Pain Demands to Be Felt
If my family ends up reading this, I’m sorry in advance, especially to my mom, because she still hates to see me write about pain. But that’s the thing about pain: it demands to be felt.
If my family ends up reading this, I’m sorry in advance, especially to my mom, because she still hates to see me write about pain. But that’s the thing about pain: it demands to be felt.
It’s been a few days since I’ve had “the itch”; that feeling tugging at the ends of my clothes, begging to be noticed. I recognize it, I sympathize with it, then I tend to let it trail by and follow me around for a few days. Today, it’s become a bit too annoying to not notice.