I’m very sick.
I’m very tired.
I’m very sick and tired.
I wish for physical pain relief.
I wish for emotional pain relief.
It is all unrelenting. And while I don’t have any suicidal plans, I must say that sometimes I wonder to myself if it would be nice to sleep for about 30 years. I mean the kind of quick snap of your fingers that allows you to be gone while having surgery. Then, I would awake for a bit of time with family and friends, and then head on out one night in my sleep.
Story by @jenm_curry – possible trigger
I imagine a few at the service. A service sprinkled with an occasional photo of her looking happy.
I imagine a couple of kind words; maybe a story or two. I imagine a child in anguish, wondering why more people weren’t in attendance, and then the sadness that will overcome his face when he realizes she was alone, followed by a brief moment of terror on his face. After all, what if this is his fate down the line, he thinks. I imagine a couple of acquaintances, or someones who knew someone else.
They might take a few minutes after they’ve left the service and are back home changing clothes, readying themselves for dinners with families and friends wondering to themselves, what did people do to her.
The reality being quite the opposite really.
Because in fact, it’s all about what people did not do.
(Photo credit: Google images)