I sit at my kitchen table, a half-eaten sandwich on my plate, staring at the pills in my hand I need to take tonight. I tell myself I should be used to this by now.
I have been on these meds for years, and sick for even longer. I do not want to take them, but I know that, for now, they are keeping the diseases at bay.
So, I pick up my glass, and take them again, and tell myself I should be used to this by now. Their mocking words of how, when asked about my life, I only ever talk about work, sting.Read more on themighty.com