If I Can't Be My Own...
April 28th 2008 01:29
In the past several months, I have asked myself several times about the possibility of my own dementia. Deep, dark, devastating dementia. Penetrating to the core of me, a darkness that pervades all thought, even the most mundane or light thoughts..."What should I get for supper tonight?" Answer usually comes in some form of 'what if'. "What if I go to the store and get hit by a semi head on. Would I suffer and linger for years in a coma or would I die immediately, leaving my four children motherless? Spaghetti...definitely spaghetti." As fleeting as a baby's breath, the darkness skurries behind the normal thought and it is forgotten.
More and more, I am becoming aware of this abnormal thought process, and I wonder, is this darkness, this demonic presence that causes me to think such things an extension only of my own mind or the society I live in. The one that has us to prepare wills, just in case. Save money, just in case. Remain in good paying but miserable jobs instead of pursuing dreams, just in case[ Click here to read more ]
More and more, I am becoming aware of this abnormal thought process, and I wonder, is this darkness, this demonic presence that causes me to think such things an extension only of my own mind or the society I live in. The one that has us to prepare wills, just in case. Save money, just in case. Remain in good paying but miserable jobs instead of pursuing dreams, just in case
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