I have been very sick lately.
It has been awful.
The anxiety is so thick that if I could remove it from my body, put it in a pot and cook it on the stove, it would make a sturdy roux, but it would taste like straight fuck.
I feel like I am losing my mind at a very rapid pace.
Too much change going on….
I suppose I do not handle change well, anymore.
I used to be able to deal with it, well, in my twenties. Back then, my life was nothing but constant change. But then I got settled down and in and it felt good. I got used to the monotony of doing the same things every day.
I got used to be being a mom, a damn good one. I got used to taking care of my family. I got used to washing dishes and clothes and cooking supper and cleaning the kitchen.
Then one day, everything was gone.
Everyone was gone.