Peaceful Groceries
Post after post. Story after story. Word after word... it all seems so mechanical anymore. The aching on the outside outshines the turmoil on the inside. For so long I have dealt with all the idiocracies my body gives me. I see people over twice my age walk faster, some with an almost spring in their step. I am tired of feeling broken all the time. I want to be able to walk like a 38 year old man then shuffle like a 65 year old fool. Sadly I can't. I try to go without using my cane and wind up hurting more after because I "caused" my body to bend the way it has problems bending without assistance. Working out only causes more pain. Therapy? Sure... give it to me. If I can lay in bed and hurt myself, therapy isn't a viable option. I am a father... at times though it seems this role are getting harder and harder to take on... but I won't fail. I refuse to. I grew up without really having a father figure. I had two best friends that were like my dad... but they w