I never realized that pride is my fatal flaw, but even after all this, it still haunts me. The realization that I'm disabled haunts me. Going in public gives me a stomachache. Running into people unexpectedly gives me a panic attack. Oh, I force myself rongto go out, but every venture drives home how limited I am...
I crave love but question if I'm worth it. I feel broken and defective. Don't get me wrong--I'm so grateful for how far i've come--I just don't know how to let go of my past--the memories of what I used to do...
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