So much pain. Emotional and physical.

Push it out, push it away.

But I know this pain. It used to alarm me. Maybe it still does? Maybe this is the time I slip? Just a lot of talk. It hurts so much that anyone showing compassion brings me to my knees, to tears.

Move your feet. Mop the tears. Just move. Or don’t move. Just do not let it consume you.

Good bye cheery optimism. Hello pain.