Day 163: Imploding

There has been this very loud roar in my head at all times for the past 163 days. It’s one damn thing after another (for my family) since last August and it just didn’t let up and then COVID and then the riots and more and more and more and more deaths and the post office and more deaths and I feel like I am going to expire. There aren’t enough tissues in my house for the number of tears, and yet I have to stay calm for my little girl AND I still have to carry on with mundane things like work and housekeeping. It’s maddening.

Is anyone else just screaming and screaming and feeling like nobody hears?

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