I think of war

I think about war.Today, yesterday, tomorrow.Every day until I am finally murdered by a government somewhere, most likely my own.Unwillingly, I dwell upon it.Of how my disability and frailties are framed as a conflict between myself and my body.When I am being killed slowly, every single day, and the only thing my body does, is… Continue reading →

Compromise, sacrifice, and where is the line?

When my relationship of near eleven years fragmented (ostensibly) because I was chronically ill, rapidly moving on disabled, I was incredibly angry. So incredibly angry. Incandescent, really. But I didn’t know it at the time. I didn’t realize it until fairly recently, until all that suppressed rage came spilling forth from somewhere I never knew… Continue reading →