- I am not anxious enough for anxiety, but some mornings I worry that the world might end, suddenly, if my daughter does not slip into her backpack before 7:31 am and I cannot stop my tongue from trying to urge her out the door.
- I am not depressed enough for depression, but some days my bones grow brittle with sorrow and I cannot glimpse even the brightest star through all the darkness.
- I am not angry enough for anger management, but my tongue holds scars from every battle we have never fought, and I know how to lob a hand grenade with an eyebrow.
- I am not old enough for senility, but my mind is clouded by the years I have lived in a fog. My body refuses to believe what once was will no longer be, and it aches with memories it cannot fully recall.
- I am not sick enough for a doctor, stethoscope melodies and popsicle lunch, but darling, I am not all right.
Saturday, May 18, 2019
Health Care
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