I show up. I listen. I try to laugh.: Everytime the car jostles, I hurt.
I thought I conquered this. I’ve been doing so damn well, and it’s summer, and I want a job and a life and NO NO NO. NO. I cannot move backwards with this. I want to be able to ride in a fucking car without hurting. I want, I want so much. Honestly, I want more than I can have. I want to do things that my disability probably won’t allow. I get my hopes up and then I crush them.
I want to ride in the car without hurting. I want to hold down a job and have a fun summer.
I crave normalcy like a drug.
