Art and Writing from the Domestic Front by Rachel Barlow
Sometimes it isn’t a crash.
Sometimes everything just recedes.
You go from feeling everything to feeling nothing. To wondering why you’re here.
To wishing you believed in a higher being that had a purpose for your life and being fine with not knowing what it is because knowing it exists is enough.
To realizing every battle can’t be fought and others can’t be fought at all without ammunition. To picking the fights of getting up for the job and the kids each day and retreating from the others until the arsenal is stocked with little pills that still need a glowing fuse to work.