Living In An Extraordinary World
Some days I was living an extraordinary life in an ordinary world… other days, I was trying to survive an ordinary life in an extraordinary world.
Mostly, I would vacillate between the two.
Not sure which I preferred, I found out it really didn’t matter. I was unseen and forgotten a majority of days. Maybe I was too ordinary…. Or contrarily— in a sad sense.
It was a funny thing—my disease. I discovered one day quite by accident I could take “the pills and the booze” and they would make me come alive in my own little world (or so I thought). I was flying over mountain tops. I was finally somebody. Now all my days were extraordinary. “Beautiful”, I thought.
This time of ecstasy was short-lived, however.
The subsequent highs were never as good as the first. And it was not long before my body begged for more. It took more and more to get me to a place where I could just function as an ordinary person.
The disease is all cunning, baffling and powerful—it sneaks up on you. It bites you before you realize you are bitten. (John 8:44)…
This disease spoke to me… whispers in the night… lured me like a lover and then left me cold and alone.
Despair is a powerful motivator.
Standing at the River of Sorrow—the tears came and I finally surrendered.
“Good”, I say.
Today, I am an extraordinary person in an extraordinary world….
Beautifully Awkward
Her Broken wing 
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