Guess Who Went Off Her Meds?

The Battle

He's slowly creeping back into my life

Drawn back in by my loneliness and strife

Try as I might, it's a battle I won't win

It won't be long before he's in control again

Telling me I'm not worth the space I take up

That I'll be better off if I never wake up

I'm quickly spiraling back to the bottom

Evoking the nightmares I'd once forgotten

All sense of reason quickly begins to fade

As I relive every mistake I have ever made

Death and darkness consume every thought

In Depression's icy clutches I am caught

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I should have known better, but it's been a solid year on those little life-saving blue and green capsules and thought it was time to see about weaning off. Apparently, it's not time. Therefore, I apologize for my dramatic, hair-flip, stage left exit. However, that is truly how I was feeling at the moment...not good enough. And that is a feeling I have battled all my life along with battling that bastard, Depression.

I created this blog to deal with the not only the loss of physical weight with the help of the Lap-Band, but to shed some emotional weight as well. Apparently the feeling of not being "good enough" for anyone is baggage that's going to take a little longer to sift through.

So here I am, trying to make my way through shit creek....paddle or not, to the clear waters I know exist somewhere upstream!