The last few years have held a lot of ‘firsts’ and ‘lasts’ for me
First time staying in a hospital
First time having to do at some points daily bloodwork, then weekly
First time I heard from a doctor that I could have died
Last time working
Last time feeling like a contributing member of society
First time participating in a art show
First time staying in a crisis centre
Last time trusting a specialist
First time selling art that my own hands created
Last time living in a condo (I hope) 😬
First time moving out of Toronto
First time having a postal code not start with an ‘M’
And all the firsts associated with COVID of course
Especially from a person living with a compromised immune system
I come from a place of thinking where nothing lasts forever
Sometimes it’s for the best
And sometimes it sucks but it ends anyway
I’ve decided to not renew this FUCK MS space for writing
It feels outdated
When I started FUCK MS
It was a place to vent and rant and just share my feelings around having MS
Obviously it morphed into so much more than that
It became a place where I could write about anything and everything
And I relished that
Then I found Art
And needing a space to write felt less important to me
Because I was sharing my feelings through every piece my hands created
Using poetry and broken images somehow become a way for me to say what was in my heart and mind
I’ve copied everything from here and who knows
Maybe I’ll write a book
Or something
Maybe I’ll be back under the Damaged Goods name
With something that feels more in tune with where I currently am
Regardless
Thank you to everyone who took the time to read the things that came from my muddled brain
Thank you to everyone who took the time to drop me a line
It was a lifeline for me
And no amount of thank yous will ever be enough
This space expires in January
So maybe I’ll be back
Who knows?
If anyone wants to reach me
Shoot me an email at damagedgoodsshoppe@gmail.com
🖤
Angela