A Poem: Stupid

I don’t dwell on how much
Worse my life could have been,
I dwell on how much better
It could have been. Stupid brain.


In a way enjoying the few pleasures you have with this illness are the best ways to cope. For one thing for the first time in a few years bbq ribs were recently on the menu and cooked well here at the group home.

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