Today was the lowest day yet. For a long time, I couldn’t get out of bed, even if I wanted to. What for?
I closed my eyes again and saw myself standing on a beach.
I am looking out at the waves that have been receding over the past three weeks. Without warning, the full force of the water hits me. I tumble and spin with all the other pebbles, helpless in the surge, swept along in the current. I don’t want to drown, but I’m not sure how good a swimmer I am. I know not to struggle against a current but let it take you where it will; swim parallel to the shore until you reach calmer waters and let yourself be washed up.
I lay there until I began to cry.
Ah, those tears. Boarded up by retreating physical pain, they seep through the cracks. When the pain goes and the ocean settles, the dam will break.