Start to cut down, she said.
Just once a day do half
And keep taking a full dose
At midday and in the afternoon.
Okay, sounds easy enough I figured.
I want to come off this
So I found the centre line
Of the little orange pill and
I cut. Small pill made smaller.
But as it turns out there’s
A fine line between a full
And half dose, especially without discussion
Of withdrawal symptoms for this med.
It’s been two days, only two
With the morning dose halved, but
That’s all it took to start
Feeling as though something was off.
If only I had been informed.
As it turns out there is
Also a fine line between off
And on. Between feeling good and
Feeling the good start slipping away.
I’m not feeling good right now
But I’m willing to see if
Things improve, even though the voice
On the line offered no reassurance.
Someone who is supposed to help,
But actually makes things much worse.
That’s it. I’ve made a decision.
It’s the end of the line.
I’m taking a stand now, finally,
The newest in a long line
Of people who have said “enough”.
Enough. I deserve to be heard.
I’ve put my life on hold
For long enough. I no longer
Want the line between feeling “better”
And “not” to be so fine.
[I love Six Word Fridays – this approach stretches my writing style and somehow it’s easier to write stuff like this in that format. Thanks to Melissa for doing this and for all the great prompts. This week’s was “line”.]
