Summer is a state of mind!
Running through the streets
I know I have been rather hard on you lately
I wrote this poem a while back, but I've decided to post it in honor of October being Dysautonomia Awareness Month. POTS is something I've struggled with for over seven years now. It has taken a lot from me, but it has also given me so much more. From it, I've found strength and perseverance, family and friends that love me and fight with me, and a different outlook on life. I'm not sure if this condition will ever completely go away, but I know that I am healing, and I am getting better. I can only hope and pray that one day "POTS" won't be listed under my "medical conditions" list at the doctor's office. I hope you enjoy this poem!
sometimes at night I lay my head on the pillow thinking of the ways you hurt me
The other night, serenity descended upon me while making popcorn on the stovetop. I learned the process over a decade ago from my best friend, K. It's taken me nearly that long to approach perfection in my techniques.
After anxious attacks i couldn't fathom the
Too many times looked soft