Long ago
I think part of why I miss what LJ used to be is that I missed having something to talk about. My life since 2004 has become incredibly small. I've tried working, I've tried connecting with people... but I am different than I used to be. I am truly disabled. I can type with only my left hand, even though I'm right-handed, and the number of mistakes I have to correct is staggering. I've tried learning new trades that I have the physical capacity for but my brain ends up failing me. I struggle even going for walks around the block. My gait is so bad, and the stroke in 2004 left me with 'drop-foot' and I fall more easily. Last September I went face-first into the pavement, leaving my face completely bloody. I couldn't get myself up and it took a passerby in a car (about 20 mins after my fall) to see me and help. So try as I might, I have nothing interesting to even say on here. It's depressing to talk about the things I can't do anymore. I've learned to stop wanting things, experiences, and victories.