I Can Do Hard Things

people randomly burst into song during a conversation, we can’t be friends. Maybe if you were a better man.  

I’ve been through a harrowing few years, dealing with intense physical pain, disability, mental health challenges, grief, and basically the complete loss of the life I knew. I don’t even know how to explain what I’ve experienced, but I’ll try, This is a poem I wrote while I still thought things were going to return…

I recently got to spend three days on the psych ward getting my meds adjusted. I didn’t have a go bag, and my husband, who is wonderful and whom I both love and like, forgot on both visits to bring me a book or a sketchbook and markers. The TV was in the room with…