Bed

I have spent the day in bed.  I didn't get up until about 2 when my husband literally drug me out of bed.  He drug my body across the floor while I tried to pull away.  I was pathetic really.  I was gabbing walls with my feet as I was pulled past them.  It took him 45 minutes to get me in the car.  All because I didn't want to get up.  I didn't want to face the day.  It seemed too hard.  And it was.

I wish someone were here.  I'm afraid to be alone.  I want someone to just come sit.  Someone that I feel comfortable with so it doesn't feel awkward to be silent.  I don't want to talk.  I don't want noise.  I want a shoulder to cry on.  I want someone to understand how hard life is right now.  I don't need them to fix it.  I'm realizing that it probably can't be fixed.  I'm a fighter, but giving up seems so easy.