The part of waiting for death for all the pain to be over is a feeling I experience sometimes when I am hurting. But when the pain lessens I look for glimmers in my day. The glimmers of something good. Like my cat Buffy, she brings me joy! A good boom! Hot coffee in the morning. Nature. I know it's hard but you can do it. Look for the glimmers!So I’m undiagnosed, partly because I haven’t told them enough to get that diagnosis. I am on Prozac to handle some of my symptoms.
I’m hyper vigilant, paranoid, angry, aggressive, violent, sad, broken, hopeful, hopeless, resilient. All day everyday I’m living every emotion.
Nothing about me is normal, my ability to function in any form of relationship is minimal and a battle for me to maintain.
As the title suggests, for some of us is it just a case of living the best life we can, and one day finding peace when it’s all over.