Some days, and some moments of the day, I feel like this. I may be bold, brash and positively loud, but I’m also constantly teetering on the edge of a mind fuck. Chronic pain screws with your head. And it is this head space, this constant mind struggle, that casts a dark shade over my eyes. I know that I’m not alone. All people who survive Art every day battle the same battle I wage with him.
Some days, and some moments of the day, that battle becomes too much. We need more support than you would ever know – and we will not tell you that we need that support. Why? Because we would be asking you nearly every moment of every day. We just simply need you to do. Do so without asking. Do so without telling. Do so with love because our invisible pain is very visible and real to us.