Jots and Tittles and other Random Things

What is normal anymore?

I've already missed a couple of days here in March. I have a few doctor's appointments this week, and I hope to be back on track soon. I'm so over this; and I will be honest - I am very much afraid that I have become useless. It's just that I wanted so much to be back to "normal" by now. What if this IS the "normal" for me? I'm not sure how I would feel about that.


It seems we have skipped over spring and jumped on into summer with days in the mid 80s. I'm sure that there will be a few more days that are Topsy Turvey before summer officially gets here. I digress. I guess this poem sums it up for me for right now:

What is the point of it all?
Why should I care?
When do I get to
Leave this eternal-like darkness?

I'm here! Do I matter?
Please don't hide
Your Face from
Me.

I don't want to be
Insignificant -
I would gladly
Play my part.

Just show me
The way out of
The depths
Of my despair.