The Truth.
I got my blood results two days ago. A lot of things have been explained. For this I’m grateful. I don’t have HIV nor do I have diabetes.
I have something else.
It’s treatable; not fixable. More importantly: I’m not losing my mind. All the symptoms I have are actually: there. They aren’t in my head. I’m not losing control. I’m just going to make adjustments.
I still feel broke and broken. Like a wheel that busted a spoke; a tank that blew out a rod; an artiste abandoned by his or her muse.
The problem with what I have: it leads to other things I might get. Those things: are pretty terrifying and in some ways worse than death.
Though what I have: it’s treatable.
It may not come to that. So, I’m thinking about art. I’m thinking about my writing, my wood burning, my drawing and the art I want to explore but have not done yet.
I’m thinking about the things I want to create; the friends I want to meet and the parts of myself I have yet to explore.
There have to be answers somewhere.
and somewhere I’ll find my answers.
