I can’t move, or the meds I just took will make me sick. I have to try and keep them down for an hour minimum and sometimes that isn’t enough for them to take effect. I can’t eat, just the thought of it makes me...
triggers
I remember you pushing me out of the motor homes doors into that parking lot, where you had pushed my mother just before me. A few personal items were pitched.
When it does eventually come, the internal struggle is over, and then all is calm. Every cell of my body breathes deep sighs of sweet relief, and is suddenly calm. .
My hair started going grey when I was about 20 years old...just what every 20 year old wishes for. I had already been dyeing it for several years, but it was serving a new purpose now, to cover my grey. Those grey hairs symbolized yet...