That inability to feel much of anything.
Things that once use to make you feel happy or smile now produce a weak reponse or nothing. 67 more words
Towards the end of last cycling season I had a major wipeout and ended up bending the rails of my saddle. It was beyond repair and you can only pedal on a slant for so long. 753 more words
Somedays I feel every emotion there ever was
Beating in my chest
Pumping in my veins.
Somedays I don’t feel anything at all.
The numbness closes in… 129 more words
It is hard enough for any mother to have a child and not lose her mind to a point, yet some of us completely crack. For the ones that crack it is hard to accept everything about being a mother, from the pregnancy itself, the birth, and finally the all-consuming responsibility of raising the child. 664 more words