What does it feel like to be fundraising for a small organisation?
Do you remember that feeling from your early, early childhood when you cried and cried and cried and your voice died in your throat and no sound emerged except something a wheezing wail and your eyes ran dry but couldn't open and you raised your arms to an empty room... and you were so desperate but no one heard you?
They had all left you alone knowing you couldn't walk.
Do you remember how you felt in that moment?
I wanted to write this down because I may never find these words again.