“The wide open plains of Illinois…I was still young and trying to figure myself out”
I know where you are, I was there too. No amount of “things”, take away the blue. Talking helps but only if you hear. It’s not the thoughts, the actions you fear. The road will be dark and long. You will struggle to find the dawn. Know this to be true. You will feel lost,… Continue reading Knowing – poem by SE Allen
Woke up with my arm outside of the blanket this morning. 🛏 It felt cold, heavy, and empty. The heaviness and cold is the arm itself. It has been this way since September 2019. The empty feeling, is related to the tremors that started August 2020 post surgery. The only indicator that it will occur… Continue reading Reality. It is, what it is.