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nan_t
I started writing as a way to try and explain to my family what I was going through. I was diagnosed with Early Onset Parkinson's Disease at the age of 41. Eleven years later, these are my experiences.
last year i discovered ren music personified he is an example an inspiration to many he understands because he has been there where? in those dark scary recesses of your mind he has been there and back again his suffering was so much more than mine he has been there and back again if he can deal with his health challenges then surely i can endure mine as well if only i knew how how?  ren he is a musical map back to sanity this is what it means to be inspirational
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Sep 10, 2024
Sep 10, 2024 at 12:53 PM UTC
inspiration
I rage In frustration I cry in frustration talking is the beginning of the storm a few dark clouds from a few forgotten words I knew ten seconds ago the storm intensifies an attempted story explanation question answer yet comprehension is a rare jewel still hidden in the mud too fast too slurred too loud too quiet not enough patience not enough words not enough listeners not enough time the tornado begins and ends the same with a rush of inability and embarrassment and wonder why I am too frequently the source of mine
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Sep 10, 2024
Sep 10, 2024 at 11:58 AM UTC
despair
two cars depart a path we know like the back of our hands a beginning expected no hint of what was to come the threshold of familiarity suddenly breached the look of confusion I feel echoes on his face as I drive by two cars separate one turns the other straight fog fills my brain overflowing into the world around me my thoughts flood with indecision forward or back known or unknown both shrouded an eternity passes I turn around head back to where I came from the vanished threshold more fog in its place I follow the confused face an inkling of a memory a single building emerges a beacon of light beyond the beacon a choice to be made almost but not quite I spy an empty lot I must do what I dread I place the call I try to explain my journey continues two cars reunite a little less hazy a little less confused a lot more concerned the beginning of the end of my driving
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Sep 5, 2024
Sep 5, 2024 at 9:42 AM UTC
lost