WHERE YA BEEN?
Where ya been?
ME: I've been sick.
THEM: I hope you feel better.
ME: Thanks, I'm almost there.
That's how my conversations been for the last few months. Honestly...If I knew I would have know I would have went through all of this, I would have took a deep sigh and said God got you. These past few months really forced me to think about the future and life in general. When you really sick the only thing that matters is the ones that are around you. For me I was doing a good thing, I thought. I call myself planning my future. But you know God has a funny way of humbling us and laughing at our plans. Because I can't plan anything without asking God. During this time of being sick, I really found God. Because I needed him. I had been on a seizure medication for over 20 years and my NEW doctor abruptly took me off; instead of weaning me off. And I my body was going through withdrawals. My brain was still rewiring because it still needed the medication.
I'm in my body and not understanding my body. I became overly emotional, by things that usually don't bother me. My nerves were bad. And I was introduced to fear. Fear? I never was the one afraid of things. I didn't care, but never afraid. I found myself going to sleep with the light on and not wanting to sleep by myself.
ME: I've been sick.
THEM: I hope you feel better.
ME: Thanks, I'm almost there.
That's how my conversations been for the last few months. Honestly...If I knew I would have know I would have went through all of this, I would have took a deep sigh and said God got you. These past few months really forced me to think about the future and life in general. When you really sick the only thing that matters is the ones that are around you. For me I was doing a good thing, I thought. I call myself planning my future. But you know God has a funny way of humbling us and laughing at our plans. Because I can't plan anything without asking God. During this time of being sick, I really found God. Because I needed him. I had been on a seizure medication for over 20 years and my NEW doctor abruptly took me off; instead of weaning me off. And I my body was going through withdrawals. My brain was still rewiring because it still needed the medication.
I'm in my body and not understanding my body. I became overly emotional, by things that usually don't bother me. My nerves were bad. And I was introduced to fear. Fear? I never was the one afraid of things. I didn't care, but never afraid. I found myself going to sleep with the light on and not wanting to sleep by myself.
