Absolute Certainty That Things Are Not Right
It's always the night that’s the worst.
Waking up in the dark, thinking, does it still hurt, has it stopped?
And knowing that it always seems to feel just a little worse than before.
Fighting the demons during the hours of silence. Where anxieties invade and conquer all and fear is the unwelcome norm. And everyone else gets to sleep the sleep of the healthy.
Knowing that next week is just too far away to contemplate and feeling that even tomorrow may not be a given. Repetitive dreaming of hospitals and worse and the terror and absolute certainty that things are still not right.
Maybe, hopefully, a little sleep and rest and then daylight and the undisguised relief of reaching another morning.
How was your night?
