Disability covets isolation – this stripped-back, box-like state. Rustic serenity, with room to breathe would be preferable but old memories creep in, and lack of self-worth leaves the door open phantoms of former torments unwanted visitors, shadowy invaders target loneliness, misconstrue lack of health for neediness, prey on weak – hearted, presume incapability. I am … Continue reading Isolation’s Hold