Circa February 1970: A seven year-old child learns he has a disease that will never go away and will kill him. Something happened to him that his parents would never let happen, something that God would never let happen. It has to be someone’s fault so he is left with the indisputable fact that it is his fault. For that is all a young child can understand.
As some of my closer friends know, I have been seeing a therapist for the last few weeks. I like her, feel comfortable talking with her. It’s nice to talk with someone that has no history or preconceptions of you but at the same time, she asks questions that friends wouldn’t and makes me answer them. I need that. It is also scary as hell.
In the movie The Matrix there is a scene where Neo and Morpheus meet for the first time. Morpheus gives Neo a choice and tells him that if he takes the blue pill he will wake up in his own bed and be able to think whatever he wants. If he takes the red pill, he will stay in Wonderland and Morpheus will show him how deep the rabbit hole goes. Morpheus then tells him that he only promises to show Neo the truth.
I’ve just taken the red pill. And the truth isn’t pretty… but at the same time it is magnificent.
© 2012 Scott Strange, Strangely Diabetic and http://StrangelyDiabetic.com