Extrovert Forced Into Introversion.Truly, I love people. I love places. I love things. It doesn't matter if it's a big city or a small town, I just love being out and about. I miss just
walking down the street, breathing in the air and being at complete awe of the potential for love in each stranger I'd passed. I have never met a stranger and I love talking to anyone who will listen and share of themselves in return. I thrived off those spontaneous interactions and I've met some amazing people just by being completely open.
But now my free spirit has become trapped, a prisoner in its own body. I'm tethered to poles and cemented to bed for the majority of my free time. When I go out my spirit is subdued by pain killers and other pharmaceuticals necessary for me to be both upright and conscious. Most of my daily interactions I don't explicitly recall. I live vicariously through the notes and memos I sometimes remember to leave myself in moments of lucidity.
I try to decorate my fortress with as many things from the outside world as I possibly can, but it just isn't the same. I hold onto the memories and from them I draw my hope. Some day I will be free again.