You say: “How are you?”
I say: “Fine. Thank you.”
But, I am not fine.
I am angry. I am scared. I am sad. I hate God if I even believe there is a God. I am jealous of your healthy children. I want to cry so hard that I’ll cleanse myself from the inside out. I am exhausted. I am tired of putting a positive spin on the fact my kid is sick. That is how I am.
Glad you asked?
