The weekend, though long, seemed shorter than most. I made it through unscathed of course, but I’d be lying if I said my thoughts over the duration were without turmoil.
Headaches seem common place throughout my days lately, but we make do. We grin and bear it, no one needs to know.
I’d convinced myself of weakness in past months. I shook, and I cried in fear of all the things I perceived as beyond myself. The months of disillusionment, the medication, my imagined weakness, it’s all fading, slowly.
How did I ever come to believe I was this fragile?