Forrest Gump here I come.
That "I need to run" feeling has returned. It pounds in the front of my head like a trumpeting migraine. My whole body is wrapped in a ball, turning and twisting upon itself. My throat is in a knot, my chest tight. The lethargy has hit my limbs and my energy.
Tomorrow morning at 9am I have a meeting with the school. I dread this. I have prepared for this. I don't want to do this, but I know I have to. I have anxiety coursing through my veins followed by an edge of numbness. I will be there and I will fight for Joshua.
Have you ever had that feeling come over you? The one where you believe at that moment that anything physical that could happen to you would have no effect on you. Like right now, if a knife or a bullet pierced my body, I wouldn't feel it. Ok, rationally I probably would. But there is that coat of numbing-don't-give-a-shit-can't-take-anymore-do-whatever-you-want covering me.
I want to run. Run away. Run to. Run from. Just go. Let's be honest, to disappear. Vaporize. Poof!
My shoulders are heavy with stress and responsibility. I don't want to carry any more. Can't someone take some of this?
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