Enough now, go away. Seven years is long enough. I’m fed up with you defining my life: if I can think, whether I can get out of bed, what painkillers I need.
I resist you, ignore you, push myself and crash. I refuse to let you define who I am. Spurs Fan keeps the house and family in running order while I lie about, recovering from being myself. My children think that all mothers need an afternoon nap.
Yeah, ok, perhaps asking you to go away is a bit much. I’m so much fun to be with. But , listen, one favour…
Could you make me less annoying to sit beside? Most people don’t know how difficult just sitting can be. I am a nightmare to sit beside. I fidget, shuffle, stretch and shift about. I don’t sit still; unless I am cosy on the sofa, propped up with cushions and a footstool, I can’t.
For the sake of my family, friends and random folk I end up sitting near, please can I just sit still?
Forever yours (it seems)…
#hawmc day 6 Write a letter to your condition – what do you want to get off your chest?