One day I will be myself again,
and this darkness might come to an end,
and all doubt will cease,
and all strength will rise.
One day my tinted memories will be left behind,
and I will be able to see the world through a clear lens.
Nothing to say
The air presses heavy on her chest, causing her to breathe slowly and with effort. The same goes for him, as he draws in a deep breath and instinctively clasps his stomach. He had once shared with her the reason behind this motion - it is a way for him to experience a deep connection. He can sense her emotions as if they were his own, feeling the tightness in her chest and the nervous unease in her stomach, which exposes their profound vulnerability.
What “End of life care” really means
Death. We all get there. We all see that magical “door” eventually. Everyone crosses that glorious bridge one day, looking back at their lives, maybe having regrets, secrets or feeling nothing at all. Maybe just being happy that it is finally over or not wanting to leave yet.