Sunday, February 25, 2018

Chronic pain, fatigue, autism, trauma, homelessness, in prosetry

Pain.

Fatigue.

Exhaustion.

Malaise.

 

I simply *can't* do a lot of things.

 

But my life right now doesn't allow "can't."

 

So I have to do the things anyway, even though I CAN'T do them. This contradiction is as painful as it sounds.

 

It feels like I am my corpse running on the energy I stole from my would-be future self, a ghost cheating physics and metaphysics by somehow still piloting this shell far longer than I should have gotten away with.

Can't isn't an option. Even though can isn't an option either.

I hope better than this for others.

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