Days go by.
I don’t leave the house like I should.
I’m hiding inside my walls.
I force myself to go out. I’m always thankful for it. In fact, I feel better and I get more accomplished and I want to DO more. More than I have the last few days.
When all I want to do is sleep. I wish I could just curl up in my blankets and for a little while it would all go away.
There are lots of reasons to stay inside.
There are twice as many to go outside.
I have to go.
I can feel eyes on me. I see the sympathetic smiles. I sense the curious glances.
I roll on by.
No matter how far I try to get away, how fast I can escape the moments that are happening….
….this is still going on.
When everything is at it’s weakest, those are the moments you have to fight the hardest.