What I’m not supposed to say or think

The only reason I’m alive is that I deferred the day I’ll die.
Each day I choose to live.
Every day I balance the ugliness of life against the fear of death.
I’m happy because I am in control and it is my choice.
Mad, maybe. Certainly can’t admit it to the therapist.
Instead I say what’s expected and pretend the process works.

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