I couldn't hold up the pan. My hand was too weak. The homemade garlic bread, fresh from the oven, slid to the floor. I grabbed for them, burning my fingers.
I couldn't feel the burning in my finger tips. The weakness caught me off guard.
The self-hatred rolled over me.
I pushed myself too hard in therapy. Went overtime too. Oops. Need to get these feelings under control. Fuck birthdays.
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