Sick is





When I can get out of bed,

When I can walk and eat

But, my spirit is weighted,

And I catastrophize,

And my drive is suddenly out of gas.

All I can do is hope


For it to pass.

The illness may be over,

But its echo will bounce off your ears,

Until you get enough distance,

So march on…


Published by sickybeat

I am a writer with an extremely active imagination. I love learning answers to questions and what makes everything and everyone tick. I am a "Unique case, medically" if nothing else. I am flawed in my extreme aversion to failure (even when "success" isn't good for me,) but have come a long way in ditching the perfectionist mindset. I like people whose default setting toward others is compassion, an open mind, and honesty

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