All shiny and new…

I don’t know if I like it. I mean, yeah, stability’s a good thing. Keeps us (in the regal sense) from smashing glasses and slashing wrists (I kid), but I’m different in ways I can’t explain. I’m not me anymore, but I am, but I’m not. My poetry’s different - my interactions are different. People like me - people DON’T like me. I can’t tell if my “new” personality is who I should be or who the meds think I should be.

I like it - like speaking my mind, like being less conformist to those who I really, really, really want to like me. I’ve stopped chameleoning as much. But I still want you to like me - just who I am when I’m not putting on the afraid face and the eager nod. K?

Sometimes I feel like I’ve recovered from something really big and I want a shiny gold star but no one’s going to give that star because they really deserve it - they’re the ones who put up with me.

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3 Comments

  1. Dang, hon. I’ll make you a big gold star. I’ve got some shiny gold lame that I bought last year for the Christmas that never was and I’d be more than happy to make you a star. I mean, you ARE a star, hon.

    Email me your snail mail addy and I’ll send you one before 12th night.

    XO

  2. You absolutely deserve a star!!!

    So glad that you are feeling good sweetie as the ‘new’ you.

  3. Sounds confusing.

    May you get used to it, enjoy it, and make it work for you.

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