#904873 added August 2, 2017 at 6:40pm Restrictions: None
Forever is the feather, you ain't got no more.
Date: 02.17.17 -- Day Eighteen Music: "No Wow" / The Kills
Due to a flare I've been unable to contain, I've had to withdraw from my ceramics class.
My hands aren't quite what they used to be. It was a night of excruciating pain that ended in tears of frustration and pain, and my mother begging me to take things easy, that I came to the decision to withdraw. Withdrawing is hard and painful and just so damn frustrating. The feeling of failure, even though that's not what's happening, consumes me. I'm breaking, and I'm slowly accepting, but I'm breaking.
There are five stages of grief. Grief at the loss of my body. Right now, I'm at anger. Nothing but anger. Acceptance is a feeling for tomorrow.
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