Adulting

I define adulting as making decisions. I’m not even talking about good decisions versus bad decisions, but just decisions. Adulting in the other form is putting on a bra and wearing shoes ie, any day I leave the apartment.

For the people who don’t have disabilities, you take life for granted. You who have cars and jobs, family that care.

Fuck Me! You don’t know how lucky you are. Then, what? You can travel and have holidays. Shut the fuck up. We do not need to hear from you.

Reasons why Helen should not blog when she has the sads. I intended to write parts of this earlier before the cause of Sally the shit that led to the actual “Sads!”