I cannot wrap my head around the coincidence that I'm sitting in the exact same waiting room to see the exact same doctor as I did in this blog from last fall: https://adonkumentary.com/2021/12/02/cant-wait/ Another mass shooting happened (as I'm editing this before posting, two more happened that have made headlines). The coincidence that like the... Continue Reading →
Polka Dots — One Day, Still
https://adonkumentary.com/2020/02/28/polka-dots/ This chilly time of year, when I've managed to zip through the skies to see my sweet friends for the first time since before the pandemic started, I remember this beach and the polka-dot dress. Though the Atlantic wind is sharp and I don't own real winter attire, I still can't wait to return.... Continue Reading →
Today, I nailed a presentation at work. But I felt like shit.Because autoimmune disease,Because trauma attacks endlessly,Because my head ached so bad that the sound of my own voice felt like breaking glass in my brain,Because my feelings were shit and didn't matter,Because imposter syndrome,Because anxiety experiences the worst so it won't hurt so bad... Continue Reading →
Do You Feel It?
When you wake up, do you feel a balloon in your throat, too? Or maybe it's a corset: too small and too snug, cinched up tighter than poor Kate Winslet's mom did to her in 'Titanic.' "Hold still," I think she said before she yanked again. Or is it that feeling of having had too... Continue Reading →
The methodical practice ofPatience as a perpetualPatient of unpaved pathsOnly (maybe) psuedo-exploredOff the main bodies of rare diseaseIs a skill I've sought elsewhereIn much pleasurable ways. Though I suppose it's throughThorns, muck, and solitudeThat patience gains a differentPersona; a parental, oldWise one in the woods withStrength not in spite of butBecause of broken branches.