I feel like no matter how much I give, you’ll always want to take. One bite after the other and I’ll be left with an empty plate in hand, at most, only minute crumbs left in sight.
I write about life, disability and everything in-between!
Maybe you hesitate to call too.
I finally feel like the me I want to be.
My heart was the one doing all the thinking, and I let it lead me down a dead end road.