Ode To The God Of Sleep!
Doesn’t it seem that when you are at your wits end, completely tired of everything, and I mean everything you just want to sleep for the rest of your life and never wake up. That is the point where I am getting. I have a wonderful husband and a bright and charming 3 year-old boy who both love me, but that is not enough to keep me from drowning. I feel like I am drowning and can’t come up for air. When I get to the top and feel like I can finally breathe, someone or something ties a brick to me and pulls me pack down. To me sleep in the only way I can get away. I am too gutless for anything else. So Ode to the God of sleep. My medicines, that knock me unconcious. My safety net, my protector.
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