I became a cliche. I stopped taking my meds for a few days. I felt better, but more than that I was tired and impatient. I thought it was over. I was ready to forget. Ready to move on. I had some bad reactions from a pharma manufacturer over a month ago. But even after i got better medication, ive had some low weeks. Then it was good, but I have a hard time feeling real joy on my medicine. I had some great break throughs. I just think it's how runners feel when you are 3/4 of the way through. Exhausted and questioning. I thought i saw the finish line, but it was just a mile marker. I reminded myself that I'm not a quitter and that this isn't over. That this isn't the right time to leave the meds. Turns out denial is a really strong thing. I really thought it was the end. I believed it was. I wanted it. I felt it, but I was wrong.
I'm not where I need to be, but I'm not where I used to be. I have to embrace the slow progress or at least acknowledge it. It's the way. Not the way I want, but it's the only path to a better place.
The other thing is that I feel that I just have to finish a race, and I can relax after. But that's not really true either. Life doesn't stop going. If I live too much for that, I think I will be disappointed with the finish. Because the end is another beginning. It's learning to live for the race, not the finish.
I'm not where I need to be, but I'm not where I used to be. I have to embrace the slow progress or at least acknowledge it. It's the way. Not the way I want, but it's the only path to a better place.
The other thing is that I feel that I just have to finish a race, and I can relax after. But that's not really true either. Life doesn't stop going. If I live too much for that, I think I will be disappointed with the finish. Because the end is another beginning. It's learning to live for the race, not the finish.