KNEE BRACE PRESS
A place for stories about chronic illness, disability, mental health, and neurodivergence.
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
Disabled is not a dirty word that turns your pure hands unclean.
Last pump of the heart to leave: is that what they call a blessing?
i used to pray before i ate but i don’t anymore.
My brain hums with static.