I think this poem sums up life with PD pretty well –
I wake up tired before the day begins,
My body arguing with what I ask of it.
Hands hesitate, feet forget their rhythm,
And I move more carefully than I used to.
People say “stay strong,” and I try to,
Though strength feels different now.
Some days it’s just getting dressed,
Some days it’s letting myself be seen.
I feel like a burden when I slow the room,
Like my needing changes the air.
The world still waits for who I was,
While I learn how to be who I am.
I’m not hopeless — just lost at times,
Still here, still reaching in small ways.
If you walk beside me without fixing me,
That might be enough to help me stay
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