Gotta Move Mountains.

What is life, what is the meds, and what is the illness? I’m thinking my meds are making me sicker than my illness. I’m thinking that I need to accept that life is hard, that it can’t be like mania all the time, where everything is sunshine and poises. I’m thinking that I need to make better choices regarding my health and well-being. That I actually need to take care of myself and my life, because no one else will. Though I do have support, and helpers. It can’t be done alone. It can be done, but not alone. But it starts with me. Gotta move mountains, though a grain of sand at a time. Gotta move on through life, day by day, breath by breath. That’s all that can be done. 

About Moon Eggs

A woman who remembers enjoying writing.
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