I just feel incredibly defeated. I know there’s something cyclical going on, but I don’t know how to connect it to anything. My feet are… not exactly numb? Not exactly cold. I don’t know how to describe what’s wrong with them, and maybe it’s all in my head. My tremors are getting worse, but they’re…
When I Grow Up
“When I grow up I want to do what you do,” my 3 year old told me. “Like what?” I asked. “Like…” she thought about it for a few seconds, “Like dishes!” “Ah,” I said. “And driving a car!” she concluded with triumph. “Those are good things to do,” I admitted. At least she didn’t…
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