“I’m not sleeping. I saw everything. That guy did the thing before to the other guy.”
I keep picturing Kindergarten Cop only Arnold is screaming, “It’s not the virus!”
It was as if everything we have ever loved, hated, or known was taken away.
There was no way I was having a heart attack. Right? I didn’t have heart attacks. Other people did.
It’s not the same. It isn’t real.
I don’t let them turn me into the same people who hurt me. I never will.
People like that love company.
Sometimes my posts betray me. I snitch on myself, as the kids say.
Without them, I would wallow in my own mind during times when my own mind is the most dangerous place to wallow in.
I never dreamed he’d play such a pivotal role in my home, but here he is.