I'm Fucking Hopeful

Sorta

Some form of this post may eventually be included in Living with People I Want to Punch in the Throat. It is unedited and in rough draft form.

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It’s been almost a year and a half since Adolpha woke up without her memory. Since then we’ve had to pull her out of school, she’s lost a lot of friends, and her health (mental and physical) deteriorated. Overall, she’s better than she was that February day, but in some ways I feel like we’re hitting a plateau. I know Adolpha definitely feels that way, but I try to be positive and reassure her that she’s come so far and she’ll be fully recovered.

But I’ll be honest, it’s hard to say that, because we don’t know what the future is going to look like. She’s keeping up with her schoolwork and she has good grades. We talk a lot about going to college, but I don’t know if that’s a real possibility. If she had to leave today, I’d say it’s not possible. She doesn’t have the stamina to do it. She’s still “not herself” several times a month and she’s still passing out occasionally. But we keep at it and say, “Look how far you’ve come! Who knows what another year and a half will bring!”

But the plateau is real.