Tag: mental health

Empty, Tired, and Sick To My Stomach

His death doesn’t feel like part of some lesson. It just feels unfair.

Getting hurt is easy, not letting it change who you are isn’t.

In that hospital bed, the question of whether I would do anything for my kids was real.

It’s everyone’s chance to remember, even if you don’t want to.

They’re looking down on me with a smile or making my ears ring from afar.

I’ve had a lot of broken washing machines in my life. Only one was literal and the rest were all figurative.

We’re not supposed to talk about these moments. We’re supposed to pretend they don’t happen and hide them behind our shiny social media accounts.

Cherish the time you have on Earth…or don’t. Whatever. Either way, your time here is limited.

I thought to myself, “Well, that was different. I guess that’s who I am now.”

I have a lot to do. I’m thinking about it now as I write this.