A place for stories about chronic illness, disability, mental health, and neurodivergence.
Poetry
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My hands are cupped, quivering, I deliver this gem to your inbox— an invitation
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Within the depths of my tormented essence/Dwells a swarm, of a thousand wasps, relentless.
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Handing in the doctor’s / prescription / Scrawled commitment / chronic forever / a new medication / to add to the mix
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I hope you have a cute name / Scout or Wishbone / Flanders or Doug / Rick or Trapper.
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Hey, this is me talking to you. I am important: I hold your head and protect your spinal cord.
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