Dear Avie,
I can’t feel a thing.
My limbs will eventually wake up from their deep sleep.
They feel like pins and needles as they sting.
The fog settles.
I am unable to see.
Misery creeps in.
The enemy tries to squeeze it’s way through.
Wherever there is light there is bound to be darkness.
The darkness is tempting me.
I will not let the darkness take me down.
I have to keep my light shining bright.
I need your strength to help me climb this mountain that seems impossible to climb.
Xoxo- Mommy
