down it goes again
Last night, sometime around 1 am, Cory woke me because I was crying in my sleep.
That's new.
I don't remember much, just that the pain in my legs was unbearable. All of my other options already exhausted, he spent the next 30 minutes massaging my legs.
I've carried two things with me all day:
The first is the memory of his touch, so filled with patience and tenderness.
The second is a question, one that loops through my head with increasing frequency - how much longer?
Do I really have it in me to deal with this for another 20-40 years?
Most days it's easy to push it back down.
So down it goes again.
6:18 p.m. - 2023-11-03