April 25, 2007
She fell asleep exhausted. Four hours later, she woke up, and remembered all over again. It was an emotional ton of bricks hitting her in the chest as she lay there in the dark. She could hardly breathe. She looked at the clock – only a few hours left before she’d have to get up and start the cycle all over again. She just wanted it to stop. I can understand why people commit suicide, she thought. They just want the pain to stop. She could never do that, though. She went to read on the couch, wait for day.