“Dealing with me is a pain in the ass (I get it, half the time I don’t even want to deal with myself). But here we are…dealing with me & all of my BS. Caregivers don’t get enough credit”
21 reassured me. I’m not there yet, but I’ll get there.
2022, I’m ready for you…. I think, Maybe?
Life has taken a lot of my joy, it’s not taking my food too.
Whenever people ask me what I miss most in life, it isn’t being able to walk without assistance or all the obnoxious pain I’m in– it’s always been “I wish I could do my own hair” or “I wish I could go to Target on my own.” Now that probably seems extremely minute & unimportantContinue reading “Messy Buns & Target Runs”