Stranger in My House
This is a writing sprint. Please excuse spelling and grammatical errors.
WHile pondering what to write about this morning, I read a story prompt that said to describe a mysterious stranger. That lead to me thinking about the song, stranger in my house. The version I am talking about is Tamia.
Specifically, I thought about the line, “could it be, that the stranger is me, have i changed so drastically, is it i want more for me and you remain the same?”
I stopped at those lyriucs and thought about relating them to my own journey. In my case though, the stranger in my house is the one I see in my mind’s mirror. I’ve gone through a lot of changes these past several years, all spurned by my diagnosis of type 2 diabetes a few years ago.
Diabetes has ravaged my family, inc,uding things like amputations and blindness. When I was diagnosed, after about a month of processing that I decided I Was not going to go down that path and began changing who I was.
The person I have become is much healthier both phyussically and psychologically. It’s a journey, not a fix.
P.S. I fleshed this one out and you can read that version here.