A ball

This was what E and I used to describe when we were feeling down. We become a ball of porcupine that just curls up in bed. But this time, I’m not there to soothe him anymore. Neither is he going to be doing that for me.

I’m trying hard not to contact anymore. But every weekend is a struggle. Every night is a struggle. And I’m just hoping to get tired enough to get to the next day.

Lord, have a little kindness on me tonight.

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