“so, I made my way to my bed. Pulling the covers over my head, I let it come. The pain didn’t disappoint. It was faithful in its ability to crush me and tear at me. I buried my head in my pillow and screamed”
ya that’s about right for a wednesday.. all wednesdays.. sometiems all days in general
Walking up the stairs with my arms full of laundry and my coffee cup balanced on the top, I tripped.
I didn’t fall, but my knee hit the stairs and I dropped everything. The hot coffee burned the front of me and also managed to get on most of the newly cleaned white clothes I’d been carrying.
On another day, I’d probably laugh or curse. Or maybe I’d do both.
Today the tears I’d been holding back came rushing forward violently. Before I knew it, I had to sit as my body convulsed with sobs, the deep kind that take over every inch of your body. I felt like my insides were ripping apart and that nothing could ever be right again.
After a few minutes, I stopped.
Grabbing a white sock to dab my eyes, I started to clean up the mess. I’d have to wash all…
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