I wake up, stiff and groaning. No longer moaning at a sensual touch, but fighting pain.I close my eyes tighter, thinking the more I pretend it isn’t there it might go away.
When I got sick in kindergarten, I understood the weight of being ill. I knew more than most children how precious life is.
This has led to a lifetime of me being that person who stops the car to escort a ladybug from my car to a nice…
Triggers: mention of suicide/death, drug use
The past month for me has been better than the last year as far as pain is…