I am supposed to be resting. Eating healthfully. No stress at all.
Instead at 3;00PM, I’m shaking. I’ve been awake for hours; WORKING.
I still haven’t done what needs to be done.
I have yet to eat or drink anything. I’m ready to pass out.
How I wish that I could pass out.
Instead, here comes “the family” again.
This time when he says: “you’re on edge”.
He will be right.
I want to feel the joy of a dog – just once.