Grace
After my hydrotherapy, I spend a lot of time in and out of reality. I don’t know if this is the medication they are giving me, or if it’s simply my body’s natural response to nearly being cooked alive.
I just feel deeply, deeply tired. It feels like a leaden blanket in my head, pressing down on the front of my eyes that keeps me from seeing things clearly. I find myself daydreaming, half asleep, floating on the edge of sleep, just beyond the realm of consciousness. It’s a hazy state in which I flit between past and present, reality and a dream world.
Sometimes I wonder if maybe this is where I belong; maybe I don’t want to be awake at all. Maybe this is what normal feels like. Maybe Dr. Branson is right. Maybe missing something this way is too much for my psyche to handle.
Maybe
