Nothing unusual

I have decided that I'd like to bury my face in someone's shoulder and weep buckets.

There is nothing unusual going on,  and perhaps that's the problem.

I told the PT students how exhausting it is to have Friedreich's ataxia because every single thing requires advance thinking. If you don't, events like Sunday's happen.

It is no wonder I am having trouble getting used to a sleep mask. They tell me not to think about the fact I have a mask on. I am bruised and bloodied by my experiences of not thinking.

Don't worry, I won't cry on someone's shoulder. That's awkward unless you are standing.