I turned 30 November 21st 2021.
This is suppose to be my year- through belief in numerology and other faiths.
Moms my grandfathers bed nurse & forfeited the last 7 years. Of her life, being his only daughter whilst her older brother balanced the “check book”
She’s selfless, she’s a cushion for any loved ones fall. Even strangers.
He passed from Covid
She was his only direct blood line relative
She’s grieving and now she has mastoiditis where she had her brain tumors removed 30 years ago
Just before I was born. I turned thirty, and a4 months till that day , I have been crumbling. I crumbled once before, I’ve crumbled many times. My most recent decay was when I lost my arm after a motorcycle accident due to the hospitals neglect on infections that occurred
I persevered. I still enjoy rocking the f#%^ out of my drums. I still have hope.
The trials I’m facing now are crippling anc I know I’m strong enough to be vital.
It’s all confusing
