Continuing from My trust with anxiety – III: The redress
The path to recovery from any illness cannot be one of solitude. I spent many days in a pensive mood, trying to unravel the happenings. A key aspect of the entire process was the support from my loved ones. It includes family and a close bunch of friends. I will not name anyone here, as people in that group know about it. I want to share the value of the support and my tribute to all of them.
One striking change in my perception of my ability was the need for approval. I continuously felt the need for acceptance and acknowledgement akin to a child. While I can comfortably say that I am over that stage, I am incredibly grateful that I got the necessary support. For a person who thrived on hatred, I wanted appreciation and affection. It isn’t easy for people who were on the receiving end of this.
I want to present a tribute to everyone who supported me.
Arrogant was I, with a penchant for candour,
breezing through life and dreaming of valour.
Blessed was my state, rare if any in aught,
the slip from grace was rapid and fraught,
Senses went grave, meandering through the dark,
Gripped by angst, my fall was quite stark,
“What next?” I wondered, devoid of pleasure,
Bleak felt my future, having lost the treasure.
“What is left of life sans glee?” I murmured,
Alas! I felt thy hand of kinship, totally undeserved,
sharing my agony, bearing through kind and sober,
ebbing and flowing with me, never asking a favour,
what pleasure do I owe, for all thy grace,
so profound was the love I felt in thy embrace,
I beseech thee to ne’er keep me at bay,
for I owe you more than words ever convey.
A sincere thanks to my family, friends and doctors.
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