Please Hear Me...I Am In Here

It occurs to me often that happiness is a choice. That is something Judy says; and I think about it often and try to make that choice. It’s hard sometimes though. There are many times I make the decision to be miserable. It’s often the easier one.  


Today, for example, I can’t make the decision to be happy. Why, you ask? The men in my life think that I’m cognitively disabled. It hurts more than I can say. Nothing I do matters:  they have seen me spell on a laminate and type on a keyboard. I really hate that no matter what I do, they are not convinced. How they can have doubts after seeing me, I don’t know.

The fact that they see me as cognitively impaired means that they don’t know my words are real. Since they don’t, they never listen to me. There has to be a way I can get through to them or I totally will have endless misery.