I just lay in this bed… Exhisting, breathing, hurting.
I want to be Normal. I want to be with and take care of my family. Clean, organize, do home projects. Instead I’m this Sick Thing in their lives. An imperfection, a blemish. The situation is not acceptable; it is beyond ridiculous.
If I didn’t wake up tomorrow… it would just be… okay.
But tomorrow I’ll be better. It must. I will it. The sun will come out and dry up all the rain.🌞 Every migraine ends. It just takes time. Always time. Time I’ll never get back.
“We have done the Impossible, and that’s what makes us Mighty.” (Capt Mal Reynolds)