It's been a year now for my DrM.

I skipped September because I thought I found myself.

Now I realise that I left myself alone to be in denial. 

I was in for something which I like but not for the longest time. 

I was happy. I don't have anything to worry. 

I have nothing to take seriously. 

October knocked me.

I felt it was a good whole month a year ago. 

It came to light. Symptoms.

Still putting pressure on myself like no one cares, I will still have to go

if I need to go! 

So what is with November is that I will be doing the same thing.

Forgetting myself. 

Don't know for the best or the worst.

I hope not.

It's been a year now for my DrM.

I skipped September because I thought I found myself.

Now I realise that I left myself alone to be in denial. 

I was in for something which I like but not for the longest time. 

I was happy. I don't have anything to worry. 

I have nothing to take seriously. 

October knocked me.

I felt it was a good whole month a year ago. 

It came to light. Symptoms.

Still putting pressure on myself like no one cares, I will still have to go

if I need to go! 

So what is with November is that I will be doing the same thing.

Forgetting myself. 

Don't know for the best or the worst.

I hope not.