My symptoms changed the locus of the pain slithering around my arm and up into my neck, like some kind of parasite but my mood didn't.Pain is like a memory, a path reinforced every time we walk down it.As such, it's quite possible that writing this is an act of self-harm.It's not just that it hurts to write, although it does; it's that when I started thinking about this piece, reading around it, even jotting down notes, I felt the pain in my forearms flare up again, and for a month or two I considered calling it off.
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