The Sun is shining, the birds are chirping and I was actually sleeping like a baby till the Cat ran into the bedroom, bounced of my bed landing vertically claws piercing the blind. She hung there looking at me for a moment, then ran out and did it again. I knew it was time to get up and feed Ms Knievel, my first movement whisping away the sleep and jarring my body into super reality, once again. “I’m broken”, I thought as I planned what medication to take, what appointments to make, and what I couldn’t do to give me a break.
WOW! Beautifully written – it’s a real pity that it has to be true! 🙁
I can relate. It is painful living in brokenness. Everything seems pointless, everything we do is just us going through the motions. It is hard living this existence. All we can do is Hope. I try to water that seed because without hope we’re done for. Sending gentle hugs x