What I don’t say

No, I am not ok.

No, I can’t handle this. God must be very confused if he thinks that I can carry anymore.

No, we can’t handle this. I am quite positive that if we ever see that again we will all just combust.

I look forward to spending the rest of my life petrified.

No, she doesn’t get to go back to normal life. She is already annoyed with us. We follow her around 24/7 and someone always has their eyes on her at all time. If she so much as shrugs her shoulders, we all jump.

I sleep like shit and have nightmares every single night.

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1 Comment

  1. Mar

    Heavy sigh…. I wish I knew what to say. Don’t give up, it will get better. You know how to find me if there is anything I can do to help.

    *Hugs*

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