Yesterday, something happened that made me think. I watched what happened around me, what people did,, and it was clear. Being visibly disabled is infinitely better than being invisibly-so. I know several people who cannot work due to what they’d suffered, but upon seeing them, you’d have absolutely no idea. They walk with no issue, speak with no interruption, and are licensed to drive. They don’t read books, because after about 20 pages, they forget most of what they read. It’s hard, because of all that I’ve lost, but looking at what I’ve got more closely, there’s actually some good in it.