It’s been two weeks of constant Hell. We spent last week in and out of crying spells since that Tuesday, and then recently caught a cold. Even as the cold symptoms begin to lessen and I stop quietly distracting our mind, the noise creeps back in. There’s some feeling dissatisfied in life, others bemoaning the body aches and general unrest that comes with being sick, and still in the deeper depths a yearning to feel anything other than alone. This will be short and brief, unfortunately. Once we regain our strength, the drafts currently sitting will be worked on. We’re alive at least. As uncomfortable as it is right now.

-Dems the Former