Dear world,
I have no flowery words to describe the pit that opens in my chest when I have to say no to spending time with the people I care about because my body is not equipped to complete tasks they ask of me.
No rows of prose to encapsulate the fear I feel when I must explain that while I cannot stand I must not sit.
There is no pretty package to house my pain in sharing my broken body and falling away from those I love for I cannot fix it
There is no nice way to say I feel alone and isolated because I cannot spend time with others and have no way of making them understand I'd carve out my heart for the chance to not have a pros and cons list for every move I make and simple live with them in my life
2/3/26













