The Opposite Of Self-Pity

Or how I stopped nursing misery.

1. I have a choice. Even more important, I need to make the choice.
2. But wallowing is not a plan of action.
3. You think I don’t know that? I need help. I should get help. I must get help.
4. I haven’t moved an inch in days and I am tired of being motionless. There’s such a thing as motionlessness sickness.
5. The floor loves me. I hate it.
6. It’s wet. One more tear and I’ll be wading.
7. I need a miracle, something magical. LOL. The only miracle will be me doing something different.
8. Like getting off this couch. It’s so comfortable, but I need to get up.
9. And I must walk away.
10. Massively talented at letting things die. This feeling needs to be starved into extinction.
11. Also very great at dreaming of greatness. But that doesn’t get one far, does it?
12. Did I mention that the floor loves me?
13. From now on, no more floors. Or couches. No more static.
14. As long as I can move, I will keep moving.
15. Where are you going? Away from here.
16. Because I am tired of wallowing.
17. It feels like surfing in an endless circle on an ocean of poop.
18. Yes, it stinks. I am familiar.
19. So I am wading to shore and wiping myself clean, from the inside.
20. You can do the same.