Sunday Night Questions VIII

It has been 4 days since I went back home from the hospital. And I feel like I am in a long reboot mode. (Again.)

For almost 3 weeks, I got used to doing whatever I have done to heal, recharge, and kill the boredom while I am confined in a spacious nursing room—notably eating/drinking water and medicine/sleeping on time, jogging in place, and writing while standing. So I need to apply those habits and adjust once again to my home.

And how’s that going for me? Difficult. Very difficult. But I still need to adjust. I must.

Anyway, since I need to sleep on time, let me have some early Sunday Night Questions—where I answer 5 yes-or-no questions, and explaining my answer is not mandatory. (Though I have noticed that I explained almost all of them? Yep.)

Let’s get to it!

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Sick and Tired

I’m so sick and tired
of the demons playing
the sadness hardwired
anxiety baying

I’m so sick and tired
of the dark side preying
the cold black I esquire
and senses still rotting?

I’m so sick and tired
of all of my straying
the people I admire
they know I’m draining

I’m so sick and tired
of the demons playing
maybe I should expire
I don’t see me winning Ω

Nervous Notes I

In order for me to calm down, I need:
a pill that soothes my mind,
a certain number of supporting hands,
someone who can pick my brain for an hour,
and comforting, assuring words

but my support system is nothing
when I do not follow their advice,
when I suddenly teleport to an unknown place,
when I let my own worries eat my future

I do not want to gain more nicknames,
“Stubborn Sumbitch”
“The Test of Patience”
“The Bridge Burner”
or simply a lost cause

In a war inside my head,
reinforcements can only do so much
I want my sanity to come home
But it’s a war I have to win alone