Today I woke up complaining of life. I had to wake up early to photography… really early. Friday, jumping out of bed shortly before 7? Specially after two weeks of intense workshops? I felt dead tired, broken!
For a while I took fluoxetine. In fact doctors, why do so many of you insist on curing the symptoms. Symptom has no cure. …Or does it? Not that I know!
My healing was in my head. A doctor advised me to look for a hobby. Something that would make me happy, enjoy, take care of me, stop smoking, live more lightly, be less demanding of myself (this I still need to improve), because fibromyalgia is the cry of the body before a sick mind that insists on fighting with nature of the person.
I was cured … and for some intants my memory was short. The flashes are gone … Beautiful day in Belo Horizonte, the super blue sky.Let’s go shoot. Being happy is a decision… personal and nontransferable.
PS: Fluoxetine is only good with whiskey!
Thanks to Cris, Erick and Mariana for helping me see it!