Having a fully functioning body is such an underrated privilege. Legs that work, eyes that can see, hands that can move… it’s all a blessing. Take care of it.
“That’s not independence. That’s grief.”
And I swear, I felt something in me break open.
Because it is grief, isn’t it?
Grief for every time you asked for help and no one showed up.
Grief for being the child who had to hold it all together while everyone else fell apart.
Grief for realizing, way too young, that no one was ever really coming to save you.