Sometimes the author lives in overdrive. The result is pain.
Mood music for this post: “Somewhat Damaged” by Nine Inch Nails:
Some of you might have read my post from yesterday about enjoying life in the parental and professional fast lane. Well, this morning I’m paying for it.
My back aches. My head is numb and coffee isn’t doing much about that. I got a dull knifing sensation in the gut. And I’m ready to fall asleep in my desk chair.
I want a cigar and more coffee. The coffee is fine, but I’m trying to put down the cigars.
This is just physical pain, brought on by several weeks of clean but heavy living.
I have no regrets. I got a lot of work done last week AND got a lot of busy but quality time with the family.
And it used to be that depression made me feel like this. Black moods always seem to come with the back pain, migraines and gut ache.
This was especially true when I was a kid. The hidden mental illness I had at the time, with family strife and physical illness tossed in, made for some incapacitating moments.
I know a kid who’s going through something similar right now. He has some of the same mood troubles I had when I was around 10 and sometimes he goes so far off the handle that he has to be restrained. I identify with the kid.
I think he’s going to go through plenty of physical pain from his condition just like I did. But I know there’s a better, happier way, where a person can get past mental disorder and learn to function in society.
Not just function normally, but function exceptionally well.
And when the aches and pains you get start to come from living well instead of living low, you’ll know you’ve achieved something precious.
Now if you’ll excuse me, I must find some Tylenol and more coffee.