I keep trying to talk about what I’m doing to get well.
I want to get well.
I wake up every morning hopeful…
That’s a lie.
I wake up every morning.
I am tempted to write something pretty and inspirational to calm the fears of people who love me, who need my family well and together. I want to assure them that I haven’t completely lost my mind.
But I have. I have completely lost my mind.
You’re worried about my back — I have forgotten about it. I have lost my mind.
But yes. Yes, I am going to find it. Eventually. Maybe.
I do have plans to find it.
And that is proof that I am going to be okay, that I am doing the right work.
- I want to get better.
- I wake up every morning.
- I have plans.