Unfold #spooniewarrior
My life will continue to unfold.
I’ll never fully understand the impact I’ve had on others.
I’ll never fully know who I’d be without my disability.
I’ll never fully know who I will become, or the impact I’ll continue to have.
Will I write a bestseller? Maybe not.
But will I give my child the greatest chance at a full life—without generational trauma, without confusing identity with productivity, without tying worth to patriarchy, capitalism, ableism, religion, anti-fat culture, fascism, heteronormativity, gender bias, the institution of marriage?
Yes. I have. I do. And I will continue to.
I am the best version of myself because of these symptoms. I’m making it so.
There’s no rhyme or reason in this universe, but hear me now—
damn the oppressive institutions that have caused relentless suffering.
Damn the chronic illnesses with not enough research because they’re seen as women’s diseases.
I’m here. And I’m not going anywhere.
Depression.
Nausea.
Pain.
Fatigue.
Paralysis.
None of it has stopped me. And none of it ever will.
I will create a life from underneath my blanket if I have to.
I’m a spoonie warrior.
