I loved Prince. I loved him since 1979 when “I Wanna Be Your Lover” hit the airwaves. I loved how he was different. He cared not for haters and did his own thing. He inspired me.
I read an article a few minutes ago that made his death even sadder. Lorraine Berry’s Raw Story post states the Prince died from chronic pain. There is speculation that he has a cocaine habit. He could have tried self-medicating, something I’ve done from time to time. I don’t know what happened with him, and will not speculate any further on what happened to him . I do know what chronic pain does to me.
Some days it’s like I can feel the life draining out of me. When meds stop working, I get desperate to find anything that helps. Sleeping all the time does not work because I have things to do and people to care for. Self-medication becomes a necessity at times, and that is not how things should be. I’m not just looking to score drugs. I want relief; to feel close to the old normal again.
And now this post is coming to an end. You know, because things to do and people to care for. Taking a few deep breaths, pasting on a less grouchy face, and going for it.