The thing about having disability AND depression is…
When my body feels well enough to get out of bed, my mind often doesn’t.
And often when my mind is peaceful and content enough to get up and join the world, my body can hardly make it from one room to the other.
For the body, I have leg braces, canes, walker, wheelchair…
For the mind, I have music (performing & composing), reading, and art.
I’m single and I live alone; if i dont take care of myself, no one else does.
But it’s much easier said than done.