.....
AND MY ATTEMPT TO HELP THOSE THAT "ARE"
LIVE...
IN HARMONY WITH THOSE THAT "AREN'T"
We are
all born to a world of uncertainty. Destiny as some would call it, as
children
we have our dreams, ambitions, and fantasies. Life goes on, for most
of us,
we grow on. Our delicate souls are nurtured to the best of our parents'
abilities,
as we all need to convince ourselves of this to keep from being angry
at them
for raising us wrong. Should we hold on to the anger, any anger
inflicted
upon us by anyone, it will inevitably surface as a demon of some
sort,
possibly multiple demons invading mind, body and/or soul.
The GOD fearing,
believing group of us, do believe that all things happen for
a reason. For most
of us the reason is incredibly elusive. What I am
referring to is:
Chronic Illness ...Invisible to All...
Have you ever
taken the time to really think what life is like for the"ares"?....
other than the
fleeting moment of sorrow you feel for the visibly
handicapped.
Many of us "unsuspecting"
souls ARE in fact very ill ..................................
Our lives are forever altered because of it. Our faces remain for the most part the same,just anormal looking, healthy person which may at times appear fatigued. Hidingfrom the world when we are 'flaring', surfacing again, and yet again, whenthe monster within naps, confusing the public, angering some for looking fine,but claiming to be ill.
However...
The agony within is well
disguised to the general public. The absolute hatred
and worthlessness they
feel for themselves is saved for only the trusting
therapist or most loyal
of friends. Family doesn't seem to handle it well. They
are witness to the reality,
disappointed repeatedly, and often times bored by
the sight of our inability
to literally get out of bed for days on end.
Thief of Dreams ...
And so... the nightmare
begins. Parents choose the path of denial and
avoidance, undoubtedly
but erroneously feeling responsible for their
creation. Resentful
spouses no longer wish to come home to the "boring", and to the responsibility
of caring for the kids. Anger brews within them also, and the cycle continues.
Both feeling "trapped" by the monster.... the
thief of dreams.
Vandal of Life ...
The very thing
that awakens the monster [stress/anger] becomes a daily
struggle.
The "ares" fall deeper into the mental self-destruction of being
dependent,
both financially and physically, to the "aren'ts", who grow more
angry with
each passing day of dependency. One is ensnared by destiny, the
other shackled
by morals, [their parents' must have taught the lesson of
compassion,
another reason to be angry at them] This is LIFE. A never-ending battle
in the war against chronic
illness.....the thieving monster.....the robber of a potentially valuableperson
to society and the happiness of the healthy destined to deal withthem.
So in the end.....
For all who
think we all have choices, the truth is a matter of choosing thelesser
of the evils. The "ares" wavering between living and existing always with
a secret hope for a cure that will free them. The
"aren'ts" secretly, and oftentimes begrudgingly, doing the same.
Life is tough...and there will always be someone in a worsesituation than you ............whether you care to hear it or not.
Life is a mystery...with a hidden reason, perhaps the motivethat keeps us here during our darkest times.
Life
is...........and sometimes isn't ................
To add a little fun to a sickening (pardon the pun) topic I invite you to contact me with yourguess as to whether I am the "are" or the "aren't" and for any reason that you feel I may be of help to you. I thank you for the time you devoted to listening to my "chronicles" and I truly do wish I can offer something to make your life more enjoyable and your situation moreacceptable...please don't hesitate, e-mail me... Please do continue to the next pages after e-mailing me, and also if you will, please sign my guestbook when you are through with any comments or suggestions you may have to help improve my site in an attempt to help others further.THANKS
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