Wandered off to the Shoulder of the Recovery Highway
Heather has a Bachelor's Degree in English from Moravian College and has been freelance writing for more than 13 years.
Wondered why sometimes an illness or problem couldn't go away
With the snap of the fingers or the waving of a magic wand
Life not like the fluff that Hollywood pandered to the masses
Desperate for an escape or some meaning to the humdrum reality
Of punching a time clock and waiting for the weekend to arrive
Only for it to vanish quicker than the sands through the hourglass
And so are the Days of Our Lives daytime television rigmarole
Is this latest setback a design flaw that suddenly came out of the woodwork?
Or was it based on a single mistake of not keeping quiet a nagging doubt
One error in judgment led to mistakenly getting a medication changed
Derailed my recovery tenfold to the point where a white padded room
Could've been on the horizon if I wasn't too careful
Moody, hormonal and just plain down in the dumps
Wondered how one package of yellow and white pills could wreck
This journey to newfound emotional recovery
Knew realistically that being one hundred percent cured
Wasn't quite in the cards just yet, but it was nice to be hopeful
Transformed from the somewhat optimistic into a walking automaton
A walking advertisement for big pharmaceutical companies
Saying that their drugs work, despite the side effects
One supposed to help one problem and needing another
To combat raging insomnia and inability to sit still
Understood that Rome wasn't rebuilt in a day and all that
Just slightly disappointed that my self-doubt likely led up to this
Being medicated in order to function and not have a meltdown
Aware that many people have worse circumstances
Abject poverty and various acts of cruelty done to others
Focused at the moment of taking it one day at a time
Trying to keep my head above water and stay relatively sane
Cultivate a newly minted sense of humor
Buried deep under serotonin suppressing medication
Eager to find it along with the ability to return to the overactive dreams
That kept me entertained during the day and at night
In the meantime, downing the doctor prescribed capsule designed tonic
At the appropriate times and fighting the side effects
Just coasting along and not get too comfortable being numb
Stigma in a being flawed was unrealistic; but from a need to find normal path
Without the aid of stimulants and inhibitors
So far hasn't happened, yet.
Only time will tell if that's ever going to be the case.