Island Adventure
August 4, 2019

When I Grow Tired

Below is a poem I wrote while on my retreat to Prophry Island. Sometimes humour is a useful tool to cope.

Some of my daily medications

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
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, advocating within the education system, adopting from foster care, trying not to lose your sense of self as you parent, and her struggles with infertility and depression.

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