The Day the Pandemic Broke Me
Thursday September 17th, 2020- that is the day this pandemic broke me. I laid on the floor next to my bed sobbing- the kind of crying where the tears are coming so fast you can't catch your breath. It was hard enough to make my way upstairs so that I didn't worry my sons, but I couldn't even make it to the actual bed. I collapsed right next to it. My husband rubbed my back as he sat beside me. I could tell by the look on his face, with his eyebrows pushed together and his mouth in a straight line, he was worried about me. He should've been- I was worried about me too. I Can't Do This... It's Every Day He asked what was wrong and I didn't even know how to answer. It was nothing, it was everything all at the same time. I can't remember what sent me over the edge. It was probably something small. I kept repeating "I can't do this... it's every day" over and over and over. Even though those were only seven words, they had so much more be...