It is a natural human inclination to reflect back on traumatic events and attempt to make sense of them, and with distance, in most situations, we gain a more clear perspective. But whenever I think back on the afternoon of January 31, all I get in return is hazy memories at best; it’s like recalling a bad dream, you remember only the vivid details but not every moment in the scenario.
I spend a lot of time sleeping of late and I have not eaten in two days; not for lack of appetite but for lack of food and money for food. I have a freelance assignment coming up this month, worth about $250.00-300.00, which will be very helpful, but that does not put dinner on the table for now and does not pay for new meds.
And so it goes …