Edin Marathon today. Great experience, very hard, slow time but an accomplishment for me personally 👍 cheers to everyone who came to cheer us on and @amack89 & Lola for running the last 2 miles with me. #NeverAgain#NeverSayNever#edinburghmarathon#Agony
This frustration when words are trapped in your chest and you don't know where you lost the key.
You are the hero trying to save a lost soul who doesn't want to be saved.
"Oh! this agony will be the end of me. Lift this dreadful heaviness of my heart so I can be free
Oh! so I can live
Oh! so I can speak
that's the unheard scream you plead.
The agony burns in your eyes.
The fire melts and turn to platinum streams
And flows through your hilly cheeks.
The burden is gone
It is empty
You feel free.
A little happy too
Normal is happy for you
You are back to being yourself.
But the agony still lurks in the deepest darkest corner of your mind just to jump out when you are the most vulnerable.
But for now you are happy and let that be the ending.
Author - Deblina Chattopadhyay @deblinachattopadhyay
Illustration - Justin Mark Williams @_jmw21_ .
Hey crew. Things are not good 🎗️
It's 5:05am here and whilst I'm kind of with it I thought I'd take this window of opportunity to make a quick update.
I wanted to post yesterday but I rapidly went downhill and I cannot see me improving much at all, not until ATLEAST Monday. I'm praying it be before Tuesday anyway, as I have someone staying from America and I DO NOT want to miss out on seeing them as it's been 4 longg years! - Not that illness cares about that of course...
I'm still #paralysed waist down and I'm scared that maybe it's #deteriorated my GI complications further too. I'm in absolute #agony. I've had #suppositories, an #enema and a #laxative tablet, two of which are the strongest type, yet nothing 😔
I'm burning up, yet freezing cold. I'm urging because I react badly to these tablets but at this stage I will take anything to try and get things moving. I'm on the verge of passing out constantly and I go incredibly dead weight and weak. I cannot explain the severe #sickness and shear agony that is residing aggressively within my back, coccyx, stomach and #gut, it's like nothing else. I'm bloated and sick to death of having to go through this all the time... Especially after being admitted for it! When will they listen that this happens every month (yes, I only have a BM once a month, it's that bad) and then provide help accordingly?!
It's immensely worse this time and the last one landed me in hospital with #seizures and unable to use my waist down, so I'm more than concerned about what's going on and what it's doing to my body!
I've been to the doctors regarding my paralysis and he's referred me on for a #neuro scan to try and figure out why I no longer have mobility or lower body movement. He is SHOCKED that no one bothered to do so in hospital or since I've come out. But more on that another time because I'm struggling again now.
Be sure to look after yourselves and if you think I've gone quiet or I'm not yet replying, it's because of this. I'll be back active on here as soon as I can.
Love and gentle hugs, always 🤗💛✨
600?..700?.....800!? Just unbelievable. Thank you so very much. I know its been awhile since I have done anything on here. These past two months have been absolutely agony. Had dental work done. Caught the flu the last week of April and was literally unable to eat or sleep for 4 day straight. Went to the ER on the forth day and found out I had pneumonia as well. Then a few day later the stomach flu. After recovering from the pneumonia, had dental surgery. Couldn't et anything but soft foods until now. Then just last week I was in a bit of a car accident. Plus this whole neuropathy thing as been weighing on me pretty hard. Was going to start streaming but things just got out of control and became a downward spiral. Best I can do is continue move forward and do what is within my power. But enough gloom, I wish to thank everyone again, for the follows, taking time to read/like this post and continuing to join me on this journey. Hope everyone enjoys the holiday weekend.
I also have something to share but will save it for next time
Your story is important. It may seem as though no one is listening or paying attention. It may even appear that you are alone, even in a crowded room. I often feel that way. But, one thing is for sure, someone is always listening. Someone hears your story, your sadness, your agony and anxiety.. they hear it and they see it as a beacon, a lesson. Your fights have not been for nothing.
Open your eyes. See what is right in front of you. The healing is there. People care. They hear you. They may not know how to respond. They may not know what to do or say, or if they even should do so, but they want to be there. For you. With you. Beside you. Loving you through it.
Your fights light the path for others who suffer the same. Be brave enough to tell your story so others may heal.
A girl is born a fighter,
Burning her dreams with a lighter..
In the deep woods of agony she cried...
And she nearly died....
Her cry could not be heard by anyone...
As no one was so deep as she was...
She wanted to lessen her pain,
But everyone was amused by giving her more pain ..
When she wanted someone to talk...
Everyone was busy in their work....
Everyday she talked to everyone .... But now she ended up as their was no one...
She was alone... And her mind was blown..
She was captured in the cage of the narrow minded thoughts of the Society...
And she ended up being in depression and anxiety...
Have being injured... And believing she was a bird... She put on her gaping wounds with pride ...
And with so much courage she broke the cage in one flight...
She was a fighter, a warrior...
She fought the society....
And the people who pulled her down..
She fought herself... And her emotions too that made her weak..
She fought everything that came in between her and her dreams..
She achieved them all in one go...
Now she got so above that the society is in her toe....
She looked down and said...
The difference between us was
You underestimated me... N I believed in me.....
And I was a girl born to be a fighter ....
Everyday a girl has to fight.... Whether belonging to middle class, upper class or lower class. She has to fight with the Society, family n everyone... We call ourselves modern... With such an old thinking... We talk about freedom... When the girls are said to sit at home and do household.... We call ourselves that we are developed but we are the only ones to point on a girls shorts or skirt... And start judging her... So always respect a GIRL .. Coz she is unbelievably powerful and can wipe you in one go.. If she want...
“I’m almost certain this is a dream. Someone down there is screaming. In the mist. Sounds like she’s dying. I can’t shout back. Can’t move. She screams in agony. I can’t even close my eyes. I hear laughter. Someone’s having fun. Really weird atmosphere right now. I wanna wake up, please.”