Some damage is too severe, some harm endures. And what you have to do is accept it. And by accept it i mean, dont be the paralyzed person in the bed who is waiting to walk again. Realize, its never gonna happen. And find some other way to get around swing from a vine, get a mad max wheelchair. Anything butwait.
The thing for someone just starting off [in writing] is to write. You need to have limber fingers, whether you write with your fingers or you type on your laptop, but you need to have a limber mind and you need to be able to write without judging what you've written, at least right away, and without editing right away.
While i liked hamsters, too, the habitrail cage was expensive. Even i could see that the interconnecting boxes, tubes, and spheres could easily bankrupt a family and lead to addiction later in life. Because, how would you know when to stop? How could you stop? An entire city could be built with a habitrail.
I told myself, 'all i want is a normal life'. But was that true? I wasn't so sure. Because there was a part of me that enjoyed hating school, and the drama of not going, the potential consequences whatever they were. I was intrigued by the unknown. I was even slightly thrilled that my mother was such a mess. Had i become addicted to crisis? I traced my finger along the windowsill. 'want something normal, want something normal, want something normal', i told myself.