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Monday, March 23, 2015
Disability
I am disabled. I guess I have been all my life, whether it was my sensory decifiency enduced eating disorder, or my asthma, my anxiety, or my depression. I've never not been disabled, so I don't know why it's any surprise that I just came back from the disability center. The man there gave my papers for my counselor to sign. I feel so worthless. All I want is to feel okay, and no matter how hard I just can't. Will I ever be?
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