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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, trying not to lose your sense of self as you parent, and her struggles with mental health.

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