Days like this I wish I had a woobie.
Something soft and cuddly that would take all the bad away.
Bad feelings. Bad emotions. Bad moods.
Because the hurt is bad tonight.
Some days I’m tired of being a trooper..being a good little fighter.
Some days I just feel like lying down and crying until I throw up.
This is one of those days. And I know it has to get worse before it gets better. I know it hurts so that it can heal and feel better.
I know all of that.
It doesn’t mean I have to like it when it hurts so much I yell from the pain. It doesn’t mean that I have to smile when something is so painful that I cry.
Tonight I’ll just close my eyes and pretend I don’t have to go back.
Tonight I will say all the things I don’t let myself say in front of the kids.
Tonight I’ll wish I had a woobie.