‘Sippin on Chemical Cocktails. Alive to the Universe. Dead to the World.’ Allen Ginsberg

Welcome to today

A toxic wasteland

Once upon a time, beautiful skies now covered in thick layers of smog

Politicians waxing poetic about illegal aliens, poverty and guns

People lining up with arms outstretched hoping to get a handful of something

Plastic celebrities famous for nothing more than their celebdom, and no one will care in a hundred years

Youth huddled in groups with silence stretched out between them the only sound the tap tap tapping of their fingers on their phones

Children losing their chance at an idyllic childhood to YouTube or Snapchat or or or

Crying babies born brought into a world that gives them no other choice but to cry from the beginning

Adults consumed with the need to consume more of everything

The elderly forgotten and dismissed as foolish because they don’t know how to exist in this crazy messed up universe we’ve created

People all around walking so aimlessly, more intrigued with their handheld devices than the meteor showers of chaos happening all around them

Roads and lanes and cities and towns bursting at the seams with people and need and urgency for hope

Losing sight of what’s important

Even with reminders from the enlightened that we’re destroying the earth, humanity, kindness and losing everything pure in this world

Put down your phone

Look around

Blink

And

Before you know it

It’s already gone

And

You can’t remember a time

Before

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‘And sometimes, against all odds, against all logic, we still hope.’

Do you ever think to yourself ‘I just need to catch one break, and then I’ll be okay’’?

The odds seem favourable

Out of the 365 days of the year

How hard could it be to find one good day that will make up for all the rest?

It doesn’t even need to be an entire day

Even one good thing during one day would make everything seem manageable

One day to make the other 364 days worth it

The problem isn’t in the numbers

The problem is that one thing always seems to be just out of reach

It’s illusive

Yet

Still

Somehow

There’s hope

Hoping every night before sleep

That tomorrow will be different

Hopeful that it will be the one day out of the 365 that will make all of this worth it

And so every night before you close your eyes

You take that piece of hope

You immerse yourself in it

You wrap your wish in hope

Tie it neatly with a big bow

And you wish so hard that when you wake

The new day won’t be anything like the last 13,140 days

and counting

Disclaimer:

I write because it feels good. I write because I have stuff to say. I write because I like seeing my words laid out in front of me. I write with myself in mind as the audience. I don’t write for compliments or pity. I don’t write to see how many likes or follows I get. I write the way some people need a cigarette to relieve the tension. It needs to come out. And it will. One way or another. This just happens to be the more positive way for it to do so.

I’m in a mood

The kind where I’m starting to doubt whether or not the treatment was even worth any of it

I’m approximately 2 months and a week post Round 2 of Lemtrada

I’m really tired

I don’t think I’ve made it past 10pm more than a few times

I’m nauseous more often than not

My eyes hurt

Back and leg pain

The laundry list could go on

I’m tired of feeling shitty

I’m tired of complaining

I’m frustrated

I’m irritated

And I’m sad

The me in my head

Isn’t this person

She’s out there living life

Not holed up in her condo

Hiding from the oppressive heat

Writing and feeling sorry for herself

That makes me so angry and disgusted with myself

Like I don’t even know this person anymore

I want to shed this old skin

This body

This mind

It clearly has been dysfunctional from the very beginning

Hell even upon being born

I couldn’t go home with my mom

I had to wait in an incubator

As if to prepare me for the outside world

That too

Clearly didn’t work

‘How lucky I am to have something that makes saying goodbye so hard?’ Winnie the Pooh

Some days the light is so bright that all I can do is immerse myself in it

The pain I usually feel is overwhelmed by the natural beauty the light bestows

Upon me

And all I can do is worship at its sight

Like a pilgrimage to a holy site

I sit in bask in what can only be described as incandescent

The way it heats my face and my body is a reminder of how alive I am in this moment

When I turn away

I am reminded how fleeting beauty can be

And how this moment may not last forever

And there might be a time when I can no longer see the beauty right in front of me

But memories fade and I want proof that this moment existed

I take a picture and write a poem

And hope that something gets imprinted onto my heart

So that I may be able to conjure up these feelings on the days when I just can’t find the light no matter how hard I try

‘The caged bird sings with a fearful trill of things unknown but longed for still and his tune is heard on the distant hill for the caged bird sings of freedom.’ Maya Angelou

I want my soul to know peace while it’s still on this earth

I don’t want to die with a troubled soul

More importantly, I don’t want to live with my soul so conflicted

When it’s time, I want to leave this earth free

And without my soul burdened by regrets

Weighed down by all that could have been

I don’t want to be just another sad story with an unhappy ending

Easily forgotten and replaced

I want to experience the moment my soul is freed

Like a caged bird finally freed and allowed to soar

I want to release the deep sigh that can only come from relief

Extending my limbs into a world I’ve never known

Where my body is no longer forced to be on the lookout

Always tense with worry of what’s to come next

When I close my eyes and drift off into sleep land

It’s vague and hazy

Like a dreamlike state

I imagine I know peace in my heart and soul

Through only a glimpse of what it might be like

It’s magical and beautiful

And completely gone before I’ve even opened my eyes

Only a distant hazy memory of what could only ever be a fairy tale

For a soul as tarnished as mine

MS and the world around me

I went to my first MS support group on Friday

It took me five years after being diagnosed to take the plunge

I was always hesitant to go

I was afraid of what my future might look like

It was a small group of 8 people

With different types of MS and in different stages of the disease

3 in the group had wheelchairs

A few had canes

Everyone welcomed me right away

The topic was ‘Why I’m glad I have MS’

I winced

Ugh this is gonna be brutal

We went around the table

Many described how having MS forced them to slow down

To reevaluate their life and priorities

To focus on the important and forget the small stuff

No one ignored the hard days

One described it as ‘the rabbit hole’

And seeing it open up

But not plunging into the darkness

They talked about fear, sadness,pain, love and hope

I sat quietly until my turn

And I spoke honestly

I told them I couldn’t find anything to feel glad of

Yet

And I couldn’t imagine a time when I would

But I was grateful for the resource of a group such as theirs

I explained to them how I thought I’d finally accepted having MS

Only to realize that I only was acknowledging having it

Acceptance was still a long way off

It still is

I talked about how I was going through a particularly dark time

I told them I was having difficulty reconciling my current life with what I thought my life would look like at 36 years old

I looked around

They were nodding their heads

I didn’t see the same sympathy that I see so often in my friends and families eyes

I saw real understanding

The kind that only someone who’s been there can provide

And I realized it’s been five long years since diagnosis and I’ve been doing this all wrong

I’d chosen to go at this alone

Seeing other 36 year olds living their life

Other 36 years who don’t have MS

And comparing my life to theirs

And coming up short every single time

The people in this group weren’t sad and pathetic

They were living their lives

Enjoying their lives

Maybe they adapted their lives to work around having MS

Maybe their life plans changed

But they didn’t stop living

That’s true acceptance

After I left

I felt a sense of relief

At having done something I’d put off for so long

I also felt hopeful

For the first time in a very long time

Not hopeful for a cure

Or that tomorrow I’d wake up without MS

But that one day I too would be able to finally accept that I have MS

With all that it includes and with wherever it might lead me

And I’ll be okay

I’m not there

Yet

Not even close

But I want to be…

Long Term Disability 😒

I’m tired and don’t feel like disguising what I have to say in a poem

For those of you that know it’s been a long week

Few weeks

Months

Entire 2018 really

Maybe more

I don’t know

I heard from my employer

I don’t even feel like cutting and pasting with my smart comments interjected

I’m standing at a precipice in my life

That I never thought I would be wavering on at 36 years old

Yet here I am anyway

Long term disability has been brought into the mix

I’ve been on Sick Benefits since April as my employer doesn’t have short term benefits

I now have to decide what’s the best decision moving forward

The key points are:

-My shitty attendance

-The unpredictability of MS

-The realization that my mental health has probably caused more lapses in employment than anything else

-Will anything change?

I’m under no illusions that having the best of intentions doesn’t equal being employee of the year

Nor does being an above average employee on the days you do show up

I get it

From an employers perspective

I’m more hassle than what I’m with

It’s always the same

Angela is amazing at her job

When she’s here

I’m tired of hearing that

Like I think my soul seriously can’t handle hearing that another time

Or feeling like I need to defend myself

Defend the ‘chronic absenteeism’

So long term disability is an option I’ve never wanted to pursue

For the following reasons:

-I fear falling into a depression being home

-I’m too young to be off of work

-I still want to work

-There are still so many kids I never had the opportunity to work with (even typing that had me ugly crying)

-I will feel embarrassment and shame at being off of work (that was difficult to admit but there it is)

-If I’m not a youth worker, what am I?

Some of the reasons may seem trite to you but it is what it is.

On the other side of the spectrum…

Reality of returning to my current employer:

-I will be under hard scrutiny

-I have no faith in an organization that has none in me

-The way I’ve been treated (though perhaps legal) has been insensitive, ignorant and disrespectful, nothing will change that

-They are holding the power of where they will place me and will continue to send me to the doctor for more medical documents until they get what they want

-As soon as I get a ‘pattern of absenteeism’ they’ll can me

-The stress of this will have a negative impact on me

The reality of finding a new job:

-Things will be great for awhile

-Once the honeymoon period is over and they notice my absences, it will start all over

-This isn’t about being negative this is about accepting my reality, and there will be absences. Lots probably.

-During a 6 month probationary period I can be canned easily

I’m curious as to how other people have come to the decision to stop working. Or hear from anyone who is off of work and their experiences with it. In other words, any feedback would be appreciated.