KNEE BRACE PRESS
A place for stories about chronic illness, disability, mental health, and neurodivergence.
they shout in my yard at five a.m. when all I need is one night’s rest.
Tea is for any age.
I call it my magic trick.
More than anything else, he is just. Annoying.
I didn’t want to reveal this to my therapist because it’s one of the few times she gets to break confidentiality.
(“I am bad,” “No one can be trusted,” ‘The world is completely dangerous,” “My whole nervous system is permanently ruined”).
i cannot make my mother love me. this is a heavy thing to carry.
How do I describe how I feel to you when I don’t have any words left
Color scheme, I need a melting
running out the door before tying my shoes