Unwell
Published by iz on Tuesday, July 26, 2005 at 2:12 AM.
I am never suicidal but, as I lie in bed, I sometimes feel as though blood is draining slowly from my right wrist. When that happens, often my body feels listless. My mind becomes aimless. My self turns completely helpless, as though waiting for the vulture of time to rip me apart bit by bit, pain after pain.
Suddenly when memories of my loved ones flashes across my mind; when I recall of people dead at my age; when I picture the wasted lives on the street; I realise that life is too short. Life is just too short for me to spend it away doing nothing. Although I am in a state of confusion now, I know I do not want to live in regrets.
I emailed Theresa saying that I might need deferment. She said I might need treatment. Whatever it is, I really want to get well soon. Wish me all the best.
Oh yes. I think there are two types of patients in IMH. One is the really crazy type. Another is the deep thinker. Maybe I fall in the latter group. Haha. If that makes me happy. Whatever.
“I’m not crazy, I’m just a little unwell.”
Unwell, Matchbox Twenty
