I haven't felt desparingly sad in a long time.
But i also haven't felt amazing either.
There used to be a time when i felt absolutely awesome about myself and my ability. I knew i was good and I knew that people admired me for it. I knew that wherever i went, people would follow.
I knew that i was excelling at whatever i did.
Everything I touched, would turn to gold.
and now, I'm not so sure.
I fell like there is a box on what i can feel nowadays.
I can't go very low. But i haven't felt high either. And i miss it.
I miss feeling just so fucking awesome.
Makes me consider not taking my medication.
Maybe then i'll get to taste what it was like again.
And that makes me think…maybe i wasn't so awesome after all.
Maybe that was all my illness.
Who am i then? if you were to take my illness away, who am i really?
was everything I ever thought i was just the result of a chemical imbalance in my head?
How can something that makes me want to live, be the thing that kills me?
And with that, i take my pills every night. Night after night. With every pill i pop, I feel like I'm killing the girl in my head a little bit more.
And i miss her.
just musings on a Wednesday morning.