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. 

 A medication analogy from a patient's point of view

after 21 years on prescription medicine)

by: Warsawa

    4-29-96