Sometimes I feel like there’s so much.
Sometimes I FEEL LIKE MAYBE IT’S TOO MUCH.
Then somedays I shake it off and tell myself that it’s no more than anyone else would do.
But you’re not everyone else. You’re handicapped. Disabled. In a wheelchair.
The voice in my head whispers.
Doing it’s best to discourage me.
You’re so tired. Stop and just let someone else do it.
It would be so easy to let go.
WHO WOULD BLAME ME?
I would have to look at the person who gave up and that’s so much harder to face than the crooked features in the mirror.