Not Cured

From the look of my blog, it seems like I may have fallen from the planet... but I am still here.
Breathing and trying to manage it all.

Life that is. With all its twists and turns.
This means I can see light at the end of the tunnel but I am not out. Not yet.

My inspiration to create is often overshadowed

by self-doubt and anxiety.
And in turn my physical health suffers as well. I am tired and aching.
Constantly bombarded with questions by my healthcare system,

afraid I might be cheating them.
My depression is in remission, that's a good sign.

But I am not "cured". Not yet.
Then again life can't be "cured", just managed.

I still have problems getting up in the morning.
I still get anxious when I step out of my home.
I can't even concentrate on a good book.
I used to be able to multitask

but now I have problems with ADD....
I used to be able to spend countless hours on a painting
but now I just want to get it over with...
Chores and bills are daunting and never-ending.
Appointments are repetitive but necessary.
Medication is now part of my routine.
Inspirational bouts are what I am living for.

Yeah, I can manage.
But I'm not cured.