In So Doing

They tell me I will be okay.

They say it takes time to learn, to acclimate.

There is a defiant thread, frayed and singular, that whispers from something older that if I choose to acclimate, if I give way, if I surrender to their schedules of endless medications marching into my body and robbing me of my ability to write, that I will step beyond acclimation into metamorphis. If I let go of this last bastion of resistance, I will become someone else.

I will be something new.

I will be changed.

I will have evolved so radically that nothing of this battered and beaten mind will survive.

Choice. Take the blue pill? Spit it out when no one is looking?

Trust.

Trust the program.
Trust the doctors.
Trust the therapists.
Trust the nurses.

I will never trust again.

They tell me I can learn to trust again. They implore me to try. In so doing, they reinforce my determination to never give way to such weakness again.

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[humbleServant]

I wouldn't trust them either if they are trying to change who you are!!! but maybe they are not!