It is hard when my recollections of life resemble swiss cheese. I remember a moment here and a moment there, but not the connecting moments. It is easier now because I know why, but it is still hard. Today is Saturday. . . I cannot begin to explain how hard it was to figure that out. I am tired of life as I know it. I have been told that this feeling is intensified because of a medicine one of us took. But intensified or not, it is what I feel all the time.
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