Yesterday I deliberately published a “non-medicated” post here for 2 reasons:
- To remind myself in time to come what I’m like when I’m not on meds, and
- To give others insight to the mind and experience of a sufferer of mental health conditions
(That post is titled The Other Me).
Back in the day when I was first whisked off into a doctors’ room (the first of many specialists who now make up my arsenal of MBFF’s – medical BFF’s), this poem was displayed on the counter of the doctor who has made the biggest impact on my life so far. I want to share it with you quickly before the impact it had on me is diluted once my drugs kick in again.
It was so relevant then. It is so important now.
The Road Not Taken by Robert Frost
Two roads diverged in a yellow wood,
And sorry I could not travel both
And be one traveler, long I stood
And looked down one as far as I could
To where it bent in the undergrowth;
Then took the other, as just as fair,
And having perhaps the better claim
Because it was grassy and wanted wear,
Though as for that the passing there
Had worn them really about the same,
And both that morning equally lay
In leaves no step had trodden black.
Oh, I marked the first for another day!
Yet knowing how way leads on to way
I doubted if I should ever come back.
I shall be telling this with a sigh
Somewhere ages and ages hence:
Two roads diverged in a wood, and I,
I took the one less traveled by,
And that has made all the difference.
And, what a difference it has been…
Related posts on this blog:
- The Other Me