Quasi

I'm still trying to figure out who I am. Not the same as I once was. Trying to adapt to life after an extreme exasberation / progression of Multiple Sclerosis. That said.....The standard is: I am not what you see on the surface I'm not who you think I am. I am not what you see on the surface Sometimes I feel as though I’m a soul out of time. Born too way to late in this world, sometimes way to soon, sometimes in the wrong dimension. With that said…. I’m a yarnaholic, knitting, sometimes medieval re-enacting, lady who is living with Multiple Sclerosis. I live, I laugh, I cry, I try to puts the rambled thoughts that run around between the bones that hold my scarred brain inside this skull that is attached.. Ok, the words are running amuck (and regardless of what spell check says, it is a word)