Last year my mental health hit the rocks.
Today I did my third week walk/run.
Another stepping stone in my physical/mental health.
My voices roared and bellowed I am a evil for this and that.
I still reckon I am a nice guy.
They stab at my body expressing their pain, it hurts.
But I look at the sky it is blue the clouds are beautiful white.
I give thanks.
I think of a quote I heard once life is grand even racked with misery and doubt.
I smile I almost cry in joy at the madness and beauty of it all.
The sweat rolls off my brow.
For a while it is grand to be mad again.