
My whole life I wanted to be enough, for someone to behold me, smile, and say, “You are just the person I’ve been looking for!” Smart enough, funny enough, good enough…
Take it all away. Cognitive abilities have declined. Isolation is the rule. Even speaking is often interrupted by tears.
Family and close friends still love me. They want me to continue living. It seems I find I am enough when I offer nothing at all, requiring only that I breathe. Enough certainly doesn’t feel like I thought it would.
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