in the jam

“Stop thinking that other people are going to come and save you. You gotta save yourself.”

“It feels like a metal clamp has been holding my neck in one position for hundreds of years and little devils are in my neck grinding my vertebrae together until the bone degrades.”

“I feel like someone replaced all my joints with tiny little bags of sharp gravel and every movement makes them grind and crunch together.”

“I feel like my bones were replaced with rusted metal spikes and the spaces in between filled with gravel.”

“It hurts like a thousand sunburns combined with the horrible pain that comes when your leg goes to sleep and is just waking back up. At the same time. Occasionally, sharp shooting pain joins in the fun. This is all down my shoulder, upper back and in my neck.”

“It hurts every day, the absence of someone who was once there.”

“How can you suffer from the absence of a person who is present?”

Average isn’t a bad word.