Struggling For Words

I have been really struggling to find my words lately, and it has been incredibly disheartening. Writing has always been something I’ve enjoyed and something in which I could seek clarity and solace, but these days even sending text messages is a chore. There is so much I want to say, but the thoughts slip through my fingers before I can put pen to paper. I’ve noticed this struggle to form cohesive sentences has gotten worse since my last concussion (lucky #7). Even speaking takes more mental energy than it has in days prior. I’m really hoping this cloudiness is temporary…

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Is This Because I Named You Terd?

Throwback to when I found my duck Terd Jr. in the toilet.

He & Squirt were in their cage in the bathroom because maintenance was coming soon to do a carpet inspection. (Yes, I was indeed hiding two ducks in my apartment– that is beside the point.)

I still vividly remember hearing a loud splashing noise & running in to find…well…this.

Don’t let his little face fool you: he was not deprived! I gave him baths & let him swim all the time. But he had a condition called Angel Wing which meant I had to wrap his wing & he couldn’t get it wet for a few days. I suppose this was his form of rebellion & teenage angst. Stinker.. 😉

And this, my friends, is why we cannot have nice things…