My days all start with the same old game, open your eyes jump and up quick or feel like your dragging yourself all day,
Getting out of bed and moving around , is like telling the future of what my day will behold,
Someday I wobble and don’t feel secure not really sure if I will land on the floor
I take my pills, a handful to start, try to be a mother, try to be a wife
Half an hour at a time, I live my life
Not sitting too long or reading at all, it knocks me out and I hit a wall.
The day will end , no matter what time, if I drive or ride, read or write , mostly if I use my computer at all,
30 min later the alarm will ring, half an hour at a time, what a life
Falling asleep driving limits this for me , the thought of hurting anyone I can’t go far from home
What work could I do, physically week and plenty of pain for me
Can’t sit at a desk or stand for long , can’t drive , can’t type, can’t even write this blog, my eyes are falling
This day is over, the monotony of my life
Living 30 min at a time ,
my prison inside my own home
Doesn’t sound like much fun at all. Hope you’re alright and able to cope. ❤️
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Thank you, I am trying
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