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[aid] => mick
[title] => The Aftermath of Shrunk
[time] => 2005-12-15 09:00:17
[hometext] => The second installment of Shrunk and the last. (maybe)
[bodytext] => Its been one very long year, but a better year than the ones before. When you see me now, I no longer try to prove my sanity. I get help when I need it. I give help when I see fit. Turns out things changed for the better. Like many silver clasps linked together, my mind is closer to a perfect order. I may never reach that state of ultimate perfectness, but now I am in a place where I feel happiness. I didn’t have to kill myself as I thought before would ease the pain. All I had to do was get some help. Now I can see and feel life once again. *** I walked through that door. The same one as before. The room was still bland. No personality. But, now my reluctance was gone. I walked a straight and direct path to the chair. I sat before this man, this shrink, transformed as a new person for sure. But, of course it took me much longer then a week. It was difficult to get through all this. Accepting the help. . . Understanding my pain. . . A mental journey so to speak. I knew in the end of all this it would make me stronger. I have the battle scars to prove my destiny which at one time was disguised as my fate. Now I sit here writing about my never-ending journey. My failures, my triumphs, my guiding light and foreboding darkness. I have nothing to lose, only knowledge to gain. This is my testament to all you who are fighting you own battles. Whether they be mental, physical, whatever. Go out there and fight. If you need help do not be ashamed. At one point everyone needs a helping hand. This is my testament, my battle cry of triumph. I leaned across the desk and handed the man the paper. He read it and smiled at me and said, “Thank you for letting me help you.” I smiled back and said, “No, thank you for helping me.” And we left it at that, as I walked out the door not for the last time, but the last time I’d leave unhappy. As I walked out, these thoughts ran through my head: What doesn’t kill you will only make you stronger. So fight! With all your might! Give it all it takes and everything will turn out right! When you feel alone, you never are. Look in the sky to find that shining star, disguised as a friend who will lead you right. A helping hand is always there, but not always in your sight. Sometimes you have to search for awhile but that’s okay. It only gives you something to do that takes your mind off the bad as you search for that helping hand, that shooting star otherwise known as a friend. ~Kortnie~ [comments] => 2 [counter] => 469 [topic] => 31 [informant] => justme03 [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 8 [ratings] => 2 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => StoryPoetry )
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