I've been really depressed, day after day, for the past 11 years. It's not being in a wheelchair; I'm pretty accepting of that. It's the way people treat me now. They expect me to be a kind of polite, obscenely grateful, mindless guy. Which I am at heart,but I'm beginning to feel, just a lot tired ôf the status quo. Posted with Blogsy
a blog that is also meant to serve as a recovery journal, for this gay, Quaker, writer dealing with t.b.i., from surviving a hate crime in Sligo, Ireland, on 1.31.99.