“ A blur. That’s what it felt like to me ”
People who don't see you every day have a hard time understanding how on some days--good days--you can run three miles, but can barely walk across the parking lot on other days,' [my mom] said quietly.
~ Jennifer Starzec
I often wished that more people understood the invisible side of things. Even the people who seemed to understand, didn't really.
The weekend was a much-needed breath of fresh air; Monday always seemed to not only take that breath right back, but add a few extra pounds to my shoulders as well.
As I sat up I turned my head to the side, but immediately straightened it again when I felt a sharp pain shoot through my neck.
