I am chronically ill. More specifically, I am chronically physically ill. I live in the limbo of the undiagnosed. There have been plenty of tests to show that something is indeed quantifiably wrong, yet no one can put me in the box required for treatment and development. It has been going on eight years now since I started living with the “functional disability”, the “central nervous system disorder”. I am in therapy. The kind I attend is unusual though. It…..
It seems to be an inadvertent fact that all emotions are interconnected by their strength and fervor instead of their mood. Hopping from deep, abiding sorrow and absolute elation is easier than a casual observer might think. But someone in the very throws of the emotions can see that the leap is really a simple side-step and nothing more. The very weekend that Sleep released, there were plans in place for a small party and for me to commandeer the…..