Thursday, April 15
Dying
I'm dying. I'm ALWAYS dying. Well, sometimes I think I am. Perhaps more frequently at the moment. I also think that my loved ones are all dying too. I stare really hard at them hoping to magically develop x-ray vision to enable me to scan them for tumours. Last week I watched James walking through Central Park in glorious sunshine and just thought 'What will happen to me if you die?'. Seriously though, all I think about at the moment is my own demise and that of my loved ones. I think the suddenness of Mum's illness has left me believing that death is a trickster, hell-bent on following me around and ruining all my fun. It's like I have a cartoon reaper on my shoulder that I have to keep swatting away.
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I unfortunately used to think this way too. When I was younger (I'm 24) I had to constantly tell myself "stop thinking bad thoughts" over and over and over and over again, as my mind would wonder towards the morbid. But eventually, as I got on the right medications and started to see a therapist I don't think like this anymore.
I hope things work out for you,
Dave.
I unfortunately used to think this way too. When I was younger (I'm 24) I had to constantly tell myself "stop thinking bad thoughts" over and over and over and over again, as my mind would wonder towards the morbid. But eventually, as I got on the right medications and started to see a therapist I don't think like this anymore.
I hope things work out for you,
Dave.
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