I’ve got water in my ears from washing my hair. It tickles. It distorts sounds. It seeps. It’s warm. Silly ears.
It’s Sunday night and I’m not ready for Monday. Who is? Who is ever?
But it will be here in a few short hours.
3…2…1… Ready or not, here I come!
And when it does, I’ll deal. What else is there?
Ready or not.
I’ve not been around. First there was my the whole going crazy thing and not being able to do anything other than function at work. Then there were three weeks in hospital and everything that goes along with that…
Just keep swimming. I think I can, I think I can. <insert other sayings along the same lines here>
I’m still here. Things are hard and heavy and sharp and scary but I’m still here.
Today, today, today.
So far today I feel okay. I actually slept last night. Woke a few times, but all in all, had a solid sleep.
Something feels a little lighter today. This is likely to crash and burn later, but I need to remember this moment.
Let it stay, let it stay, let it stay.
Have been in here since last Friday. Days drag on…