Is it better to know what ails me?
The malady and its moniker?
To know the reasons for things, for ways of being
To understand, anticipate, cope
Or does knowing give doom the upper hand?
Roll the boulder to the lip of the precipice?
Does it give power to what once may have been a bad mood, an off day, a stressful cycle?
Does it feed the beast –
and destroy the hope that there is an other side to this, an end and new beginning?
A beast that walks in the shadow of that boulder, goading me on . . .
Chopping Potatoes 
I think knowing is on the path to understanding which might be broader; who knows; it’s early, head thatched, liked your blog;
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These are interesting musings. I’ve not kept up with blogs for a month or so, so I don’t know what you’re experiencing. I, for one, would LOVE to have a name (or names) for what’s ailing me. Either way, all the best!
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Diagnosis is very illuminating, helpful, and often a relief. I’m still chewing on your comment and why I don’t think it is on some days. I may respond in a post!
Thanks for the inspiration!
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