Jules Hubbard

It's so much worse than I thought possible. Welcome to what's left, stay and feel free to judge me relentlessly as I try not do to myself.

I have better things to do now, like taking what's left and pushing forward relentlessly in an unyielding attempt to live something that resembles a "normal" life...WTF that's supposed to be.

One piece, one step at a time...until I can take no more...and then I get up again regardless because I don't know any other way.

My body is malformed and broken. My mind is diseased and betrays me regularly. At times I feel a sense of accomplishment and pride, at other times I despise my own presence. This shifts like the night sky but with much less notice.

I cannot go back the way I came and there is no path ahead of me. My need to go on is fueled by my need to give those who follow after a better path than I had.

What you see of me isn't all new, it was hidden for other people's considerations at the time and place needed to protect myself then.