What I miss every moment of everyday…
A kitchen to warm water for tea or make a cup of soup or make a hot meal.
A bathroom within a few feet so when I need to use the toilet, I don’t have to do the walk of shame when my pad overflows and the urine soaks my jeans and socks.
A bed to lay flat on. Not a yoga mat and a sleeping bag on the cold, drafty floor where I have to struggle to get up without pee-ing myself. And no one questioning me why I’m up at 2:30 am.
Blankets and pillows to nestle into on a cold and wet day. Being able to sleep until 8 am or 9am, not 7 am when I have to be up and out and expected to have my car out of the parking lot of the church-for-the-week because it upsets the neighbor’s and they consider it “congregating”.
Fruits and vegetables in abundance whenever I want them. Not once every few days and just one not the other.
Fruit juice or V8 with no High Fructose Corn Syrup. And a hot meal everyday. God I miss that.
Not having to explain to everyone I have a brain injury and they won’t get it. I look fine but I’m not. Looks mean nothing to selfish, uneducated, uncaring cretins.
A place to sleep, safe, confrontation free. It shouldn’t be too much to ask for.
I want a normal life like everyone else. I’m sorry I had a stroke that didn’t kill me. I’m sorry I’m a burden on society. I’d correct it if I could.