Oh now the suffering is here in force. The past two days have been the most difficult I've had in a long, long time. Since benzo WD, I'd say. Constant, non stop anxiety, discomfort. Muscle twitching. Nausea, insomnia. I wish I could offer something more creative to this blog post, but until I'm not suffering quite so intensely then I may struggle very much to do so. But I will try. Not today, but perhaps tomorrow, I will try.

Today I was defeated. From bell to bell, whistle to whistle. I spent the whole day defeated. In pain, on my knees, crying, begging for it to stop. Tomorrow I will rise again, as melodramatic as that sounds, and I will give it a fight.

What is dead may never die, but rises again harder and stronger.