sharing my life experiences, reflections and insights as a mother, a writer, an Occupational Therapist and and a spiritual being having a human experience

Archive for August, 2016

Is this rock bottom?

Slowly, it creeps.  Silently.  Without warning.  Almost out of nowhere.

Was there a trigger? 

No way to know.

Surely i can only move up from here. 

Or maybe from here.

When will the madness end?

When will I bounce up again?

How did I get here?

Why did this happen, again.

I thought I was past this.

She told me that I was cured.  I knew that wasn’t true. 

Yet, I prayed I wouldn’t return here again.

Why?

Why me?

I don’t like it here.

I want to go back.

I want to go back to when I felt on top of the world.

I want to go back to when I could only sleep 6 hours at night and yet had so much energy.

Pressure pushing down on me

Pressing down on you, no man ask for

Under pressure that burns a building down

Splits a family in two

Puts people on streets


It’s the terror of knowing

What this world is about

Watching some good friends

Screaming, “Let me out!”

Tomorrow gets me higher

Pressure on people – people on streets


Chippin’ around, kick my brains ’round the floor

These are the days – it never rains but it pours

People on streets – people on streets


It’s the terror of knowing

What this world is about

Watching some good friends

Screaming, “Let me out!”

Tomorrow gets me higher, higher, higher…

Pressure on people – people on streets
Turned away from it all like a blind man

Sat on a fence but it don’t work

Keep coming up with love but it’s so slashed and torn

Why, why, why?


Love


Insanity laughs under pressure we’re cracking

Can’t we give ourselves one more chance?

Why can’t we give love that one more chance?

Why can’t we give love, give love, give love, give love, give love, give love, give love, give love?..


‘Cause love’s such an old-fashioned word

And love dares you to care for

The people on the edge of the night

And love dares you to change our way of

Caring about ourselves

This is our last dance

This is our last dance

This is ourselves

Under pressure

Under pressure

Pressure


Thank you Queen and David Bowie for those words.

And than you to A-Z Lyrics. You make it so much easier than recording the song off the radio and slowly playing it and stopping it repeatedly,rewinding and replaying.