maybe it's my american blood, but it's so hard for me to accept any disability in myself. if ability comes from willpower, and willpower is just really wanting to do something, disability shouldn't exist in the first place, right?

the idea that i have no limits, that i can do whatever i want, has been paralyzing more than anything, because it feels as if there are infinite wrong choices, and one perfect life i'm terrified of missing out on.

so terrified it keeps me inside, alone, to deny and reject...

a jazzy vibe for all you lovely spacers online tonight :-)