Is he my Friend?

Is Arthr my friend? He sure doesn’t seem to be. He hurts me at the most inconvenient times.

I never called him, he called me. I never wanted another date, and yet, he insists on taking me on more.

He drives me crazy sometimes. I wish there were a magic pill that would make him leave, and never return.

However, there is a familiar feeling that comes over me when he visits. It’s not pleasant, but familiar. He does remind me that I need to slow down and de-stress at times when I wouldn’t normally listen to my body’s cues.

He humbles me, too. He makes me realize I am only a mortal human. He brings me back to what’s really important by making me prioritize my moves.

Though he’s an unwanted guest, he is now a part of me. He is like a relative that I must learn to tolerate and manage with.

We are very close, but I must be careful. He can get inflamed when I push him too far. I’m not scared of him. I’m more sad that he has nothing better to do than attack me at the most inconvenient of times.

So, is Arthr Itis my friend?

I don’t think it matters. He’s part of me and through therapy and medications we shall learn to develop a working relationship.

Nikki Lynne