Weeks pass. I feel like I am always crying. I have no idea how my body can produce so many tears, but there are many. My body is on fire with every breath and the thoughts racing through my mind are sharp and scratchy like a needle skipping on a record.
Repeat. Repeat. So much fear. I admit to my husband this has gone far enough and I ask to go to the hospital. I have been to the hospital before.
I know to expect to be there for hours. I bring a book. My phone. I get dropped off early in the morning. Shouldn’t be so busy now.Read more on themighty.com