When I Grow Tired
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Below is a poem I wrote while on my retreat to Prophry Island. Sometimes humour is a useful tool to cope.
When I grow tired I forget to take my pills
When I forget to take my pills my thoughts race through my head
When thoughts race through my head I rush to take action
When I rush to take action I hit “add to cart” on Amazon
When I hit “add to cart” on Amazon a million boxes arrive at our doorstep
When a million boxes arrive at our doorstop my husband has a cow
When my husband has a cow it makes me think of milk
When I think of milk it reminds me to take my pills
When I take my pills they make me tired
When I grow tired I forget to take my pills
Tina Szymczak
Tina Szymczak is a 40-something mom and wife with two spirited boys. She has worked in early intervention and as an advocate resource for families with a loved one with a disability. Now she also writes a blog about raising children with complex needs, trying not to lose your sense of self as you parent, and her struggles with mental health.
