Am I doing this right?
I want you to see me tonight (because I’m struggling) and I need you to hold my hand tight showing me the way through this next wander through the chronic illness jungle with functional neurological disorder.
She (FND) is a bitch and she comes and pushes me over just when things are looking up, but I am a survivor and I know dear life you will bring my feet back to the fresh ground of earth and what’s real and what’s true.
Dear Life, please hear me tonight.
Love the little barefoot FND goddess