Hannah Crazyhawk

Dear feet and legs,

Give me back my blood supply.

Sincerely,
Brain

Grief claws its way into my mind, heart, and body each day. Health is a precious thing; how I wish it would come back. It’s in the knowing it won’t that hurts the most. The realization that I will continue to decline stings, and I can’t remember how it feels to feel joy or comfort. 💔