Under The Weather

 My head pounding and my throat is the same consistency of sandpaper. My body is diminished of all energy, and I walk around slow as a sloth. Every movement I create knocks the wind out of me. Being sick isn't so great. Especially when I should be out enjoying the sunshine, but my bed looks better than the sun. All I want is rest, but then I feel as if I wasted my day. I should be listening to my body, I should be going out, being more productive. Stop! Listen to your body. 

Popping vitamins, and sucking on cough drops praying that they give me life. I need to be resurrected from this storm. 

I remember when I was little, being sick included watching Scooby-Doo and eating soup and warm milk with honey. The older you get though you learn that you get to fend for yourself. Unless you have people that love you. In college, I recall a friend, who went to the store and brought me chocolate and all different types of medicine. I never asked him to help me, but he knew when you are sick you don't want to feel like a burden.

I never wanted to be a burden, when it came to being sick, having anxiety attacks, or being in a funk. That's why I would try to bottle it all up and push through. But, sometimes the body can't endure the stress you put on it. It rejects you and soon it fights you. You seem to have lost all control, you become vulnerable to yourself.