Echo&Narcissus

I have been not well. Stricken by a nameless something that stripped me of my senses and left me wandering around in a misty place - confused and troubled. The first symptoms manifested last September. I kept saying that ‘somethings very wrong with me’. Time ran backward and simultaneously. An hour might be a month and what happened this morning was yet to come. Words stuck together or got lost in trains of thought. Did I do that? When was...didn’t I...and on and on. Keeping track of things was impossible. It was like everything had wings and flew off.  Mostly I was dismissed. Told I was overreacting or “maybe she’s on drugs”. That’s my favorite. Most days I wish it was a beautiful high that took me away.   There was one constant, a lovely tender presence that never failed to hold my hand. A presence that assured me that i was ok even when we had no idea I was getting sick. In those early days of crushing anxiety, depression, confusion, mania - when I lived in a world o...