It’s sunshiny outside but its dark in the house. I keep it that way because that’s what I’m feeling inside. Part of me says, “OPEN those curtains, honey! Warm yourself with that sunshine!” and I tell that part of myself to shutup. It’s the part of myself that I know is right but that I can’t listen to right now.
The baby is crying and I let him cry. I will get there. I will get to him and he will be fine. I don’t know if I can be fine for him, but he will be fine.