There’s a new post on Daughter on Duty.
I don’t know what it’s like to be old-old. I don’t know what it’s like to be visually impaired. I don’t know what it’s like not to be able to hear. I don’t know what it’s like to be afraid to eat. I don’t know what it’s like to feel like someone else wants to be in charge of my life. (Well, I do kind of know that.) I don’t know what it’s like to be losing brain cells at warp speed unable to make it stop. I do know what it’s like to listen to the desperate attempts to place blame for the above. And I don’t deal well.
Writing Down the Story 