It is only when I wake from my slumber that I realize I am still entwined in your poisoned embrace. It is the pain you so vivaciously lavish upon me which brings me from the depths of my dreams into subconsciousness and finally into the stark reality of your omnipotent occupation in my life.
     Your arms and legs circle around me like thorny vines, burrowing into my skin, planting yourself into each nerve cell and sprouting seedlings of jagged knives and white-hot spears which explode like unadulterated fireworks the moment I try to move. You chuckle lazily and whisper to me, "You know the sounds between pleasure and pain are often indistinguishable. Your pain equals my pleasure. You know I'm here to let you know that you're still alive."
     I can only allow myself a brief moment before I must force myself to sit up because I feel you slowly spiraling up my spine, trying to keep me immobile. I know I must move before your grip becomes even stronger or I may not be able to move at all.  I grit my teeth and force myself up and onto my feet. The agony I feel as I try to steady myself causes you to smile even wider, flashing your fangs and licking your cold, dry lips. You know the pain is exquisite and I can do nothing but live through the experience each day I wake. You are a relentless bastard of a beast! Damn you to hell!
     As I finally make it to my chair after shuffling through the house I know some relief will come within the next two hours. I swallow the pills that will tame your temper within me... that will allow me to function as a real human being. You never completely leave though, you are always there... needling and cramping my muscles, inflaming my joints, clawing your way throughout me body. If you would just leave me alone for one day! Oh, what a GLORIOUS day that would be, indeed!
     You have weakened my body and my immune system. You have weakened my spirit. You have caused me to miss a lot of time with my family and friends. You have cost me time away from jobs and now you even limit the types of jobs I can perform! You have cost me opportunities. You are a THIEF.
     You have cost me LIFE as I once knew it!
      I ABHOR YOU!

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Two wolves reside in all of us

Diagnoses


MENTAL DIAGNOSES

Bipolar 1 with Ultradian rapid cycling
Schizo-Affective Disorder
Obsessive/Compulsive Disorder
Anxiety/Panic Disorder
Self-Mutilation
Disassociative Identity Disorder
Generalized Anxiety Disorder
Post Traumatic Stress Disorder
Agoraphobia
Intermittent Explosive Disorder
Dependant Personality Disorder
Seasonal Affective Disorder
Chronic Insomnia
Dermatillomania (Not Dx'ed by Pdoc as of 5/17/17)

NON MENTAL DIAGNOSES

Chronic Scoliosis
Degenerative Spinal Disease
Chronic Pain
Restless leg syndrome
Re-occurring Bronchitis
Arthritis
Rheumatoid Arthritis
Osteoarthritis
High Blood Pressure
Osteoporosis
Fibromyalgia
Ongoing heart problems (9 stents so far)
High Cholesterol
Carpel Tunnel Syndrome
Coronary Artery Disease
COPD
Asthma

About This Blog

Everyone has dark thoughts at one time or another. Most people do not share those thoughts however. Everyone has their own reasons for not sharing them, of course, but people share some of the same reasons too.

If I share my dark thoughts my family/friends/co-workers/whomever will think I'm insane. They will think I am dangerous, deranged, (insert your own negative description here).

Having a dark thought doesn't make you crazy. It makes you human. We are surrounded with negativity in this world. The media, those close to us, work... it's everywhere.

Dare I say it? It is normal!

So, having said all that, I'm sure you can guess what this blog is mostly about by now. It is about those dark thoughts that we feel we can't share with the world for fear of repercussions. It is the dark side of the wolf. He has to be fed just as we feed the light side. But this blog will feed BOTH sides of that wolf. Maybe not in an even, nicely balanced way, but both will be fed nonetheless.

Getting the thoughts out by writing about them is a type of therapy. It lets you pour them out of your system through writing so that maybe, just maybe, it will help them OUT of your head.

No offense is intended to ANYONE in ANY of the posts you may see here and no, I'm not a mass murderer.

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