Wanted: Faith, Hope & Healing

There are days where I can hang with the best of them, smiling, laughing and joking. It baffles me that there are days that come which bring me pain, misery, sadness, resentment and sometimes even bitterness. Although it doesnāt last long, these thoughts that fill my mind with negativity just come crashing in like an unexpected tornado. āItās a bad dayā , Iāll tell emā, but more so, itās a wave of insanity that grips me like a vice and squeezes out any positivity I have left to give or receive. ā Itās useless.ā Rarely youāll hear me say this, but on my bad days, youāll hear these words muttered out as I suck down another chardonnay just to dull the pain. Pain: emotional and physical that takes a toll of my very being. The Vicodin may give me side effects---forget about the wine. Thatās healthy, so the doctors say. āItāll be alright.ā my wife tries to convince me as I hold the area of the pain, crunched over in a corner, hoping there will be some relief soon. Iām living my life like ...