How Self Help Works In 2025

a poem for my weary and wobbly ticker….

I didn’t mean for this to turn into a poem—it started more like a list I was scribbling just to prove to myself that I’m still trying. That I haven’t given up. That whatever strange shape my survival takes these days, it still matters.

This is for anyone out there barely holding it together in a way that doesn’t look heroic—but still counts.

Because it al…