“I am still hurt and my needed bits are not reconnected, so when pushed by timeliness and necessary labor, it’s my anger that brings strength to me by filling in the gaps and spaces with liquid rage.
And then when I can take a break for a moment, somewhere inside in the background, my subconscious is whimpering and crying hysterically while my ego screams ‘YAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHH’ triumphantly for having achieved and beaten back disability.
In the late evenings and early mornings, I am not ok…
But I keep trying to be.”
(Title play with words)
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