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Those early days when we think we are going mad or just hoping that the next appointment will bring with it the answer to what ails us.
The bud of anxiety now blooms within my mind
Today I learn, or maybe not, of the label to be pinned to my lapel
I am still the person I was yesterday
Except today I will be pigeon holed
Along with others in one select club or another
Or maybe none
Do I wish to know where I belong or rather go on as before
What difference will a label make?
I am still an individual
Will the label own me
To tell or not to tell that is the question
What is said cannot be unsaid
Will I become that person with such and such an illness or
Just me who happens to have x.y.z.
Perception of others
Will it change or remain unaltered
As ever time will tell.
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