My 5 Minute Mind

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.

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