I’m disabled. There are some things I am able to do, other things I struggle with, and things that I can not do.
I have every right to be on this planet. I have every right to be loved, loving and madly in love with the world. I have every right to belong.
I made need more help than a typical person, and things like a med change might surprisingly knock me out of my life for awhile, but I’m allowed to find ways to do the things I want to do.
My goal for March is to replace the words “I’m sorry” with “thank you.”