Reality is the toughest thing to accept.
Life frequently gives us such hateful predicaments.
Financial mayhem, often through no fault of our own.
The collapse of our careers.
The illnesses of our loved ones.
The despair when they leave us.
Our own catastrophic ill health issues, of which Tinnitus comes very high on the list, I would say at the top.
You don't need me to mention that it seeks to destroy our peace and quiet, our composure, our 'joie de vivre,' our careers, our relationships, our present, our future, and in a very real sense, our lives.
We had such good lives before, productive careers, great social lives with wonderful friends, a healthy sense of humour that amused both ourselves and others.
As we look back we seemingly had everything - or at least - most of what we needed.
And now this
effing-scumbag-vile-hateful-filthy disease.
I truly despise every second of it.
Some people say that it is not a disease.
More than anything else in this life it causes
'Dis - ease !!'
"Crying over spilt milk is completely unavoidable."
We can't help it.
We all do it.
I used to do it every second of every day.
I still do it - but not so much, or so often.
The trouble is - it makes everything very much worse.
We can never put the clock back, can we?
Reality is now - we can only go on from here,
from where we are now.
(Mummy can't make it all better.)
With this truly nasty condition, I attempt to find the best approaches I can to help me cope and go forward.
For me:
meditation,
pussycats,
nice walks,
good company,
pussycats,
good food,
...er....intimacy,
and pussycats
......etc.....
I wonder what if anything helps all you guys?
Life frequently gives us such hateful predicaments.
Financial mayhem, often through no fault of our own.
The collapse of our careers.
The illnesses of our loved ones.
The despair when they leave us.
Our own catastrophic ill health issues, of which Tinnitus comes very high on the list, I would say at the top.
You don't need me to mention that it seeks to destroy our peace and quiet, our composure, our 'joie de vivre,' our careers, our relationships, our present, our future, and in a very real sense, our lives.
We had such good lives before, productive careers, great social lives with wonderful friends, a healthy sense of humour that amused both ourselves and others.
As we look back we seemingly had everything - or at least - most of what we needed.
And now this
effing-scumbag-vile-hateful-filthy disease.
I truly despise every second of it.
Some people say that it is not a disease.
More than anything else in this life it causes
'Dis - ease !!'
"Crying over spilt milk is completely unavoidable."
We can't help it.
We all do it.
I used to do it every second of every day.
I still do it - but not so much, or so often.
The trouble is - it makes everything very much worse.
We can never put the clock back, can we?
Reality is now - we can only go on from here,
from where we are now.
(Mummy can't make it all better.)
With this truly nasty condition, I attempt to find the best approaches I can to help me cope and go forward.
For me:
meditation,
pussycats,
nice walks,
good company,
pussycats,
good food,
...er....intimacy,
and pussycats
......etc.....
I wonder what if anything helps all you guys?