I remember thinking this is it. These are my last sane moments. The darkness wrapped like tar around my bones. I couldn’t breathe much less complete a sane thought. I would check my phone seeing if anyone had called me.
Second floor of the dorm, they had just completed it that spring. I lay on the bathroom floor. Cold tile against my ribs. Hair matted, crusted with last night’s red pasta sauce. Head propped on the toilet. Because of your wrath there is no
Let’s be honest. Sometimes January is hard. Some call it the “after Christmas blues”. I call it ” I want to have sand between my toes blues”. I am done with schedules and making lunches that don’t involve swimming somewhere in the day.