The Fog

THE FOG

The fog is rolling in heavy dark never-ending.
How can fog possibly be this dense all of the time? 
How can the billowing fog keep knocking me down 
over and over like a massive angry ocean wave? 
The fog is affecting my ability to see anything clearly. 
It is almost smothering me, literally taking away my 
ability to take deep breaths and breathe fresh air. The 
fog has turned into my faithful, hateful companion. 
It is like a leach that has attached itself for dear life. 

No matter what I do the fog hangs on and on. Fog follows 
me everywhere that I go. Fog affects everything that I do. 
The fog causes me constant confusion and bewilderment. 
I cannot seem to be able to ever escape from the fog. When 
I run it chases me, when I hide it finds me. When I try 
to remember what life was like before the fog, the fog is 
too thick to allow me to clearly recall. The fog distorts my
eyesight, my hearing, my perception. The fog does not allow 

me to feel true, raw emotion any longer. When I see people 

react with spontaneous emotion, and loud uninhibited chuckles 

of laughter, I know that the fog is not their faithful companion.But their ability to feel, and to react gives me hope. I then am able to  recall that fog is condensed water vapor in cloud-like 

masses hovering near the ground, limiting visibility. And the 

answer to the fog somehow emerges from within the depth of my 

soul. My visibility is only limited due to extenuating 
circumstances. That means that the fog is temporary, a minor 
inconvenience, nothing to fear.  It cannot hurt me, it cannot 

absorb me, it cannot cause me to dissipate. I am still me. The 

fog will clear with time research, patience and persistence. 

And when I am again able to see with clarity, I will remind 

myself to never take for granted clear skies, and bright 

sunshine. 

This is a medication side-effect analogy,
by: Warsawa
    4-29-96