I can't look at people resolutely denying - no, no, the baby is okay, she can swallow- I just want to get back to a normal life because I will stop and everything will be okay- my son has leukemia but he will be fine- smoking isn't really bad for you, I mean- the epileptic fit was because she hit her head, not because she's epileptic-
I can't see all this and recognize it for what it is without...without having my own pulled out from within and thrust at my face.
because what I always reserve for others is pressed against my nose: really? REALLY?
what to do, what to do.
here's a secret
the ones that survive, live long and live well. they've learnt.