if I could just get out of bed , I have had a bad week and as usual when I feel bad , I can not even get out of bed . Netflix roars in the background and the time crawls by. hell I 'll probably have bedsores soon. showering , No, then I have to move . Intercourse No thanks do you know how I smell , and how I look. Answer the phone, forget it. Eat disgusting, Talking to tough, breathing is anxiety-inducing .
And then today the doorbell rang and my beloved sister came by. My husband had phoned her, beloved little sister. She makes me feel good, gets me out of bed. Fixing the coffee and turn on the shower and do not say anything . she is all soft smiling and never judging , my beloved little sister she understands. For She is the same .
Xoxo~ Ofelia
