Monday, April 18, 2011

Meds.

Today is day one, of Ritalin, Concerta. I feel strange but excited. I hope things change.


Sitting in the doctors office, I tell her side affects of my life don't advertise it. I hope my past isn't the reason I'm here today. 
She tells me everything will be better.
Everything is better in an organized mind.


Clean my room, buy groceries. 
Paint my walls, laundry, breathe fresh air.
Feed the cat.
Cut my hair, take another shower. 
Write.
Breathe with your gut.
Patience. 

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