Don’t worry, mom, I have myself safely wrapped in bubble wrap. The room is padded and the lesbian toolbelt is stocked. The disease is pissed and pummeling me. I am used to fighting back. This has not worked for years and years. I am trying surrender. Let me tell you what this feels like. It feels like am in a fetal position getting kicked about. Now since this has never actually happened to me, I feel unqualified to describe it like this. But again, I am not sure I have ever surrendered instead of fighting. So unqualified seems to fit. It’s uncomfortable to say the least. I am away from home and I want some comfort. “I want my Angie!” Thank god for god, extendo-rehab, spiritual beings including myself, chocolate, respect for the disease, spoken word, technology, love, emotions, tears, safety, long hair, belonging, music, and that bass. I choose life. I choose courage. And I get to choose again tomorrow. #loveholly
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