"Thoughts and Reflections" will discuss various issues and ideas that have provoked my attention.Ms. Jekyll and Ms. Hyde
This amazing poem was written by A. A. Was a former client and wrote this poem as
we concluded her treatment.
What I have tired to hide for years are feelings that run soul deep.
Recovery is the goal, but a body numbing leap.
Unlike most, I have 2 people inside.
I would like to introduce Ms. Jekyll and Ms. Hyde.
Ms. Hyde has always been the dominate force of the pair.
Hate and disgust for myself were the badges she made me wear.
I lived my life in a corner that was dark and never filled with light.
A corner where the existence of love and happiness were completely out of sight.
Ms. Hyde grew stronger with every binge and purge I did to control my weight.
Or when 1 drink would turn into 7 or 8.
No matter how hard I fought, the grip she had continued to grow tight and take more of me away.
Leaving me wanting to fade out so I could have the control and final say.
In the darkest moments, in the darkest hours, when I had nothing more left to give.
This small part of Ms. Jekyll whispered that I had to live the life I was given to live.
This whisper would play on repeat in the faintest tone.
Forcing me to recite it over and over like a game of telephone.
Ms. Hyde would up the game by adding more hate, disgust, food, and liquor.
Anything she could use to kill the whisper and make me become even more sicker.
The whisper still played on as a driving force that refused to be suppressed.
Stronger and stronger it became and made the love affair with Ms. Hyde finally be addressed.
Exposing the affair to its depths caused a pinhole of light to emerge from the dark corner.
Forcing me to stand up and fight and no longer be a mourner.
The fight was a tango of moves consisting of standing up and backing away.
But the more moves that were danced, the less power Ms. Hyde had to cause disarray.
The pinhole has expanded and has brightened the corner in ways that were impossible to comprehend.
The prison Ms. Hyde created is now a place I strive to keep and with everyday continue to defend.
The light fades in and out as no day is always as wonderful as the one before.
But the fight to keep the light and Ms. Hyde contained is a promise that comes from my core.
What I have tired to hide for years are feelings that run soul deep.
Recovery is the goal, but a body numbing leap.
Unlike most, I have 2 people inside.
I would like to introduce Ms. Jekyll and Ms. Hyde.
Ms. Hyde has always been the dominate force of the pair.
Hate and disgust for myself were the badges she made me wear.
I lived my life in a corner that was dark and never filled with light.
A corner where the existence of love and happiness were completely out of sight.
Ms. Hyde grew stronger with every binge and purge I did to control my weight.
Or when 1 drink would turn into 7 or 8.
No matter how hard I fought, the grip she had continued to grow tight and take more of me away.
Leaving me wanting to fade out so I could have the control and final say.
In the darkest moments, in the darkest hours, when I had nothing more left to give.
This small part of Ms. Jekyll whispered that I had to live the life I was given to live.
This whisper would play on repeat in the faintest tone.
Forcing me to recite it over and over like a game of telephone.
Ms. Hyde would up the game by adding more hate, disgust, food, and liquor.
Anything she could use to kill the whisper and make me become even more sicker.
The whisper still played on as a driving force that refused to be suppressed.
Stronger and stronger it became and made the love affair with Ms. Hyde finally be addressed.
Exposing the affair to its depths caused a pinhole of light to emerge from the dark corner.
Forcing me to stand up and fight and no longer be a mourner.
The fight was a tango of moves consisting of standing up and backing away.
But the more moves that were danced, the less power Ms. Hyde had to cause disarray.
The pinhole has expanded and has brightened the corner in ways that were impossible to comprehend.
The prison Ms. Hyde created is now a place I strive to keep and with everyday continue to defend.
The light fades in and out as no day is always as wonderful as the one before.
But the fight to keep the light and Ms. Hyde contained is a promise that comes from my core.
