November 3, 2015
It’s been five years since my nonverbal friend committed suicide. It still doesn’t seem real that he is gone. I have kept moving onward with this writing career. My seventh manuscript is being written. I’m an author, but I’m not really published. People have read articles that I have authored. Sometimes I forget how far I have come toward making a name and having an impact. At times I don’t know what day it is when I write until the early morning hours! A book is close to being published! I want this so much! An overnight care attendant says that he has a job to do and I need to go to bed at eleven. This attendant has told several times by supervisors that I can go to bed when I want. It’s quiet and peaceful here at night that’s what I need right now! My agent is very proud of me and my people are too! That what drives me! I have to do this because of Mom and the English people! This is our dream! Suicide is an option but I can’t quit now and the English family needs me! When Mom died, I just wanted the English people. They challenged me to live! I’m not a typical disabled person. I’ll be a New York author. This attendant who I like needs to let me fulfill this dream. My life is about writing two books by January. I can do anything that I want according to my people! Now I have realized how much I’m loved and cared about. My friend didn’t know that. I’m really lucky!