Life On The Border

Wouldn't it be lovely to add another upbeat and cheery blog to the world? Don't hold your breath. You'll get what I get: sometimes great, sometimes crap. It's a rollercoaster ride with Sybil at the switch, so hold on to your shorts! If you have questions you want answered in a future post, feel free to ask in the comments section, and I'll do my best to accommodate you. No two days are the same~some days I'm here, some days I'm not, but lemme tell ya, kids, IT'S NEVER DULL!

Tuesday, November 07, 2006

One Way Elevator

Have you ever gone to an Ear, Nose and Throat Specialist, and gone through the tests they put you through while trying to figure out whether or not you have inner ear issues?

They put you in a chair, tip you backwards and tell you to name names of cities. Or they put cold water in your ears while upside down and tell you to count backwards. Sometimes it's warm water, and they tell you to say the alphabet backwards.

The idea is, if your inner ear is working correctly, you'll be able to do these things, albeit slowly, as if looking through mud. However if there are problems, you'll be ... well, retarded. You desperately seek an answer to a question that you KNOW you should know the answer to. It's simple. You knew the damned answer yesterday ~ why don't you know it today? After all, you're only upside down ... what's the difference? So you struggle and strain to see through the mud inside your brain to come up with one or two reasonable responses, hoping against hope that you won't seem as stupid as you feel.

The difference in me, is that at the end of the appointment with the ENT he turns the chair upright and lets you go home. Everything is back to normal. For me, it seems like nothing ever changes.

Maybe if I knew what it was I was fighting for, things would be better. But these days, I'm not even sure what THAT is. I just know that as I sit by myself, hour after hour, life seems grim; the urge for pain is strong. Pain is a cleansing feeling. Being alone is paramount. Leave me alone, leave me alone, leave me alone.

But through it all, I'm trying to figure out why, and where it's going. It's so entirely ... RANDOM. And how the hell do I escape it? Last night, I sat and contemplated hell. What is hell? Is it really as bad as we're taught to expect? Is it worse than this? Can hell possibly beat sitting alone, night after night, wondering if you're ever going to escape the mental illness that's tortured you and your family for years? I've always thought of hell as being subjected to eternal misery ~ angst, emotional pain, turmoil within our souls. So can someone, ANYONE please tell me how this is different than what is going on now?

Seems to me, I'm already there.

3 Comments:

Anonymous Anonymous said...

Once in Hell, it is eternal and you have no choice to at least try to figure out how to overcome your illness. Maybe now you have no good days but maybe in the future you will. If you give up that fight you will no longer have the option. I know you want to be alone but sometimes being alone with your own mind is the worst thing. If you stay busy and keep your mind on other things than maybe you can find other things to occupy your mind other than your illness. I am not trying to downplay at all...I know you are in a dark place. I'm sorry and maybe someday you can see the sun shining on your face again.

7:48 AM  
Blogger Unknown said...

You haven't posted in awhile...how are you feeling? Better, I hope?

4:33 PM  
Blogger Meggy said...

Thank you both.

Today (Monday) is a slightly better day.

Bo

5:21 PM  

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