Time has eaten away at my soul for the last few years now. This illness that I have been so kindly diagnosed with is an illness that has no end. Sure there are moments of quietness and moments of happiness, but over all is is just time spent waiting for the next up or down? I have grown to look at the moments of calmness like the moments before a storn as I never know what is coming or if I am going to be able to deal with it?
I have been reading a number of things these days, books on poetry to books on a"self help" of sorts, ie..how to be a better person and become more sociable? Overall I am learning that of all these things I am reading are things that I have known or done in the past and my soul is looking at them as past files that I have lived before?
All in all I guess what I am saying here is that even though this illness has bruised my sould and I have watched my life fall apart almost to a zero, I know the keys to make a comeback, and the comeback willl be like the others I have experienced, only bigger and better. And like Nietzsche I will be stronger for the agony!
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