I’ve healed various parts of myself that have been fucked up, mostly mentally and emotionally, and when I’ve found myself normally able, the first reaction I have is grief. For all the years before I even knew such things existed.
I steer, on purpose, into gratitude, and I take what I can get. But there’s a little secondary voice that wants to be bitter and hold it against people who had the ability while young.
As someone with physical disabilities I grieve the life I had before them and the things in life I won’t be able to do in the future. Like spend a full lifetime with my kids.
Bitterness is not a reason to avoid a cure if one is available.
I’ve healed various parts of myself that have been fucked up, mostly mentally and emotionally, and when I’ve found myself normally able, the first reaction I have is grief. For all the years before I even knew such things existed.
I steer, on purpose, into gratitude, and I take what I can get. But there’s a little secondary voice that wants to be bitter and hold it against people who had the ability while young.
As someone with physical disabilities I grieve the life I had before them and the things in life I won’t be able to do in the future. Like spend a full lifetime with my kids.
Bitterness is not a reason to avoid a cure if one is available.