I’ve been praying and trying to think of how to express myself.

I feel that if I were in an automobile accident, if you saw me in a wheelchair, you’d rise for her. You’d never let her not have water or love.

I need you to understand my mind. My mind, since we have met, experienced some massive trauma like an automobile accident in my brain.

I’m asking you to see me sitting, and desire to make her feel as though she isn’t resting, but never sat down.

I’m not all choices. Not all of me is intentional or hurtful. Part of your frustrations with me wont be you. Apparently it’s difficult to interact with me because I have a difficult time reading you. This is me. This is my disability.

I’m asking you to love the complicated person who needs to rise to exist in HER special way, not yours, to love me in my languages and tones.

I can’t explain if I’m even valuable or worth investing in, but I won’t lie to you. I won’t be better or worse because you’re unwilling. I’ll just shrink. And I want to RISE.