In the shower: first pandemic mental breakdown. A realization about how vulnerable we all are.
Thinking a lot about mental health. And feeling like because everyone is going through it, it would be impolite to reach out.
Well-meaning texts, checking in. FaceTime calls that bring laughter. But really wishing for a hug. For a face to face conversation. For something more empowering than self pity.
Wishing there was a way out. A temporary leave to where death doesn’t exist.
Wishing we could experience love like we used to.
I don’t want to exercise or read a book or sleep on time. I can’t right now. I’m scared of falling asleep. This strep throat ain’t helping.
Sat on the floor in the shower and just grieved. It just feels right for now. Maybe tomorrow I’ll be stronger.