The words I couldn't say are mostly all of them. I long to open my mouth and have them flow freely like they used to; begin typing and the words pour from my fingers. How high do I have to be to get it to come back??
Once Upon A Time, I was a Welfare Mommy. I put myself through college and became a Welfare Worker, all while keeping my sardonic sense of humor in check. Then I was diagnosed with Multiple Sclerosis, quit my job, and now stay at home and raise three kids, ages 17, 13, and 6.
I can cook but can't "throw something together", I want to clean but procrastinate, but most of all I want to find myself.
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casework changes the way your mind works. everything is just the facts and short as possible. I never wrote poetry again after doing casework.
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