"It's not healthy thinking that way, Blake." My tone was soft and caring.
"What's not healthy is making people believe things can get better when they clearly won't." He insisted.
"Nothing about yours is clear. Nothing is settled, Blake."
"Then why am I still in this state? Why do I still need that damn thing to move around?!" His anger was still there beneath the layers of intoxication.
"Because you have refused to be hopeful and exercise. You need to be positive, and then you need to command that positivity into your healing. In essence, you have to try. Please."
This was the rare opportunity I had to talk to him about his exercise. The doctor had strictly reminded me to help him get the needed exercise that could help him stand on his feet again.
He had even written
