75 lb pack on my back.
Covered in mud.
Land mines at every turn.
In the trenches.
Stuttering has become the norm.
Names, completely gone.
Words are fleeting.
Spelling tests from elementary school.......did I even take those?
My mind is a whirly, swirly mess.
I cannot write in coherent sentences.
This is all I can do.
I cannot walk.
Actually, I could try.
Bouncing from wall to wall.......lIke a ping-pong ball.
My computer and my Blackberry - completely foreign instruments.
If you get a random text...... ignore it.
My tongue and teeth are turning black.
My knees buckle for no reason.
My muscles twitch.
Sleep. lots of sleep.
Can’t open a bottle of water or childproof meds.
Adult diapers have become a reality.....don’t ask.
Hold up! Don’t call this one yet!!!!!
Vintage Brooke is not a quitter. I will not be this girl!
I am scratching, biting and clawing my way up
one bloody step at a time.
I will not give up.
I will not stop fighting.
I will be standing at the top of those stairs
Clean, well, mind intact, and praising my God for getting me here.