caring

I could not sleep the night of the 8th. On the morning of the 9th, when I stumbled from bed to try and go to work, I was the sickest I’ve been in years. I was also covering for someone at work, so I couldn’t stay in bed, I couldn’t do anything with my despair and my grief but get up and act like it was any other day.

It is now November 20th, and I am still sick, and I’m starting to wonder when I will feel truly well, if ever.

I have been alive long enough now to feel tired. Tired of inching f...