Ravaging
Reminding me that Life is hard
Convincing me that I am broken
Desperate for Your touch
Longing for release
An escape from this world of pain
Why do You wait so long?
I’m hurting and losing hope
But not faith
I know you’ll rescue me
Save me from the heartache
From the pain
From the futility of existence
From my thoughts
Be my help
See my pain
Save me agaun
Like You always do
Go to dyingwithstyle.org. Join the movement if you’re brave enough to, and send me videos.
Can’t dance now though. I’ve got to clean house and make videos. It’s almost 70. Maybe I’ll go out and dance in my pjs to a song or two.
Yes, there’s the emotional pain of abandonment and loss and rejection, of my…nevermind. I shouldn’t even talk about that heartbreak.
Physical pain is kicking my ass at the moment. It feels like my legs are burning and being crushed at the same time, and then they spasm and I can’t describe it. From an 8 to a 10. Thankfully each only lasts a second, and they only come every 30 seconds or so. Nothing like real pain to distract you from emotional bs.
That said, I’ll always miss you.
I wrote this post a few days ago. My sister wrote the most beautiful response, which I’ve included here. Please read and watch the video and go to dyingwithstyle.org to find ways that you can help me change the world. … Continue reading
Only honest answers please, I get enough bullshit to disdain it here. (Most of the time 😉 ).
Which is worse, having a severe disability, or caring for someone with one?
In other words:
Wiping someone’s ass, or needing someone to wipe yours?
Being in constant pain, or the helplessness of watching someone you love endure constant pain.
Moments when you wish for death…I guess that applies to both caregiver and the invalid.
Last night I had another dream where I could walk. I’ve had several in the past month. I don’t really know what to think about it. The thing is that I might be able to walk. Not now. My legs … Continue reading
