Much of this day, quite frankly, sucked. I was really hoping that adequate levels of the correct medication would just magically fix all mental anguish and any lingering personality quirks that contribute to... crappy days.
Woke after having really bad nightmares and inadequate amounts of sleep. (Forgot to use my yellow glasses last night while reading on my phone. Don't know if that made a difference or not, but I didn't realize I was tired and just kept reading and reading and reading.)
And I was in great physical pain.
And I was super super super sad. I felt damaged and extraneous and like the great anchor that pulls everyone else down. Like they should get far far away from me because if they are too close they will get sucked under. Sploosh.
So after I soaked in the tub and scraped open my stupid scar, I crawled back into bed and under the covers. Where I stayed for some time while tears rolled down my face. Making lines of salt from the corners of my eyes all the way to my ears.
I managed to make my eyes stop dripping for a short while as I dropped daughter off at preschool. Then I cried all the way to work.
Quaker, teacher, parent,