Rebel
I am so worried about Trish. I feel like she is pulling away from me. When the nurse leaves after increasing her pain meds, I cup her face and look into her eyes. “Now, please tell me how you really feel,” I say. “I am fine now, the meds are kicking in.” “You know that isn’t what I mean. I want to know what is going through your mind. I can feel you are not okay, and I just want to be there for you. Tell me what you need,” I say, and she sighs.
“I don’t really feel like talking right now,” she says, closing her eyes. “I am not giving up that easily, mi amor. Whatever you are thinking or feeling right now is because of the trauma you just faced. But you are not alone in this. You are never alone. I will be right by your side through every tear, every moment of doubt and self-hatred.
