It's me, hi, I'm the problem, it's me!
I often find that no matter what I’m going through there’s a Swift song “taylored” to what I’m going through (yes I did a Taylor Swift pun, because I’m punstoppable—sorry, not sorry 😜)
But today I really feel like the Anti-Hero because I publicly declared feeling a bit better here, then I did some things, which quickly became too many things, and now I’m crashing big time. It’s true, I have this thing where I get older but just never wiser but in my defence; when it comes to chronic illness, hope is a back biting beast.
More times than I care to remember or could possibly count, I start to feel better and try to do some muggle sh*t, like trying to live a normal life and stuff—then the rubber band snaps back, and hits me in face. It’s like when Steve Martin’s character from Father of The Bride says “It was like that old joke, "All those who think they have it made take one step forward... not so fast George Banks!"
So for the moment, I’m taking two steps backward, and Midnights have become my afternoons again. I’m spending some time with darkness my old friend. Fortunately I’m quite comfortable with the Sound of Silence.