Walked past an elementary school today. I thought, to myself… I should be at a table doing homework with my 9 year old right now. Planning for an exciting summer. Worrying about how I was going to possibly manage it all. I just sighed and sucked it in. Finished my walk and deflected the tight gulp in my chest and throat as I held back the emotions.
I made it home and tried to wipe the disgust and shame of my life off with distraction. Started going through documents, a never ending task for us all. Then I began I update some details on my medical accounts and profiles. Until I came across this…
No. She is not 9 Walgreens. She stopped breathing at 7… we will not be filling anymore prescriptions for her. She filled enough in 12 months to last a lifetime anyway. And none of it helped. None of it.
Thanks. Thanks a lot.