Letters written to problems, not people – by everyday champions, like you.
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Are you telling me that I’ve been lazy? That I’ve gotten weak from all of the sitting that my job requires of me?? I cannot help but feel that this is a personal affront and the pain is hurtful enough… Back off!
Stop messing with my eyes! I’m doing the best that I can to keep glucose levels in range, so please – leave my retina alone?
I feel the toll as a therapist of these last 30 years navigating, the effects of so-called experts diagnosing your personhood; but I remain loyal to your experience and hold deep compassion for your journey. I thank you for your trust in our work together.
For the most part I have grown to live with diabetes in peace. Bi-polar is harder to accept, as it is insidious in its attacks.
But MCI. MCI, you have taken away hope and confidence. You have tipped the scale in my ability to cope.
In you, I had hoped to find an identity; but your name is too often loaded with assumptions and stigma. Each of us belongs along a spectrum – both in sexual orientation and in gender identity; but language is static. You, my most commonly self-selected label, are static…
Can you not be silent for a day? I just want one day free, forget that, one hour free from the horrible pain that you inflict.
