I’ve felt a lot of things, numb has to be the worst of them all.

I’ve felt a lot of things, numb has to be the worst of them all.

I had a dream the other night, I was assisting death – not in the way that it sounds though. I was experiencing the impending death of another through myself – but also, it was my own death. I woke up to what felt like a continuation of the nightmare, my eyes stayed shut, all bodily movement had left me. I could not scream, even though it felt like my soul was leaving through my mouth, it too remained shut. I don’t know how long I remained that way, physically paralysed by my worst, most currently awaited fear.

It may sound odd, it does to me too, but I feel like I’m anticipating the reality of this death. I do not take pleasure in pain, but I sure do like the world to revolve around me sometimes and right now, this sense of numbness and dread that weighs down upon me has become too much, I don’t think I can handle much more – I guess if my fear manifests itself soon enough, I may be relieved somewhat because then I can grieve and I can feel, now I’m numb, tired and in over my head – this is far worse, I think, I wouldn’t know.

What makes me feel far less selfish, is sitting in that hospital room, listening to pleas for God to take her back. Maybe my acceptance of her impending death is only to let her go and finally be free. Do not get me wrong, I don’t want her gone, I really don’t – I love her with everything in me but to see her suffer breaks me. I can’t bear to close my eyes because all I see is the reality of the bleak future that might be.

I guess I am weak because I don’t know how to carry on anymore, it is just too much.