Walking your own path can be lonely – that’s what I keep realizing

It’s  12 : 15 PM on day 1620 of my journey towards independence and I’ve managed to   brush my teeth, pray,    read Jeremiah 37, publish my Disability of the Day feature, promote my Educate Generations campaign – Catherine Cook who has donated five times before donated $25 today (thank you SO MUCH Catherine  I don’t know what I did to deserve such generosity from you and others must be all of mommy’s prayers (Note to self: thank mom for every prayer that she has ever prayed for me)    – which brings my total raised to $1 925 only $575 more to raise to reach goal  – learn one new thing – An elephant’s trunk has up to 150,000 muscles –    feed myself a peanut butter sandwich  and a pear for breakfast, stretch my hamstrings and   continue promoting the campaign –  $1 925 raised so far SO GRATEFUL

Yesterday I started reading The Diary of A Young Girl: The Definitive Edition by Anne Frank and I could relate to the loneliness that Anne felt I, like Anne, have lots of people in my life and some I would even classify as friends but there’s nobody I feel like I can tell everything to without fear of being judged most people I meet laugh off my bleeding heart ways when I start talking about human rights so you can imagine why I don’t allow myself to be venerable enough to spill my guts to them I guess loneliness is the price I have to pay for walking my own path.