Tonight, it was Elizabeth Taylor and Sonja Henie. And I researched the effects of drinking pickle juice, because I've had the overwhelming craving to do just that.
Otherwise, I spent 90% of my waking hours sitting in this one spot in bed, alternating between watching movies, online research, and sleeping. Agonizing. But what's more agonizing is the fact that's exactly what I feel like doing -- nothing more, nothing less.
Mom tried to call again tonight, but I didn't pick up. I hate that for her. I hope it's not as heartbreaking to her as I think it is. It's not on account of anything negative about her at all. I just can't communicate right now. With anyone. Just can't do it. And I'm sorry.
"You were called to be a mother." — Brooke L.
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