I jokingly say all the time "oh my disability has disabled me hahaha" or something along those lines. I'm always very open with the people close to me about when I'm not feeling good and I'm very careful about pushing my limits too far but tonight, I'm really not doing well and I don't want to talk

I love a floppy book. The pages stay where they are, no spines get cracked and it sits comfortably in your hand.

There, that’s my great insight shared for this week.

As you were.

Sometimes happiness is giving yourself a choccy milk.