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These things take time. I’m fine for a few days, a couple of weeks,
three even. Then one day I come undone, and start all over again. Good thing
is, each time, the unravelling is a little less severe than the last.
Today is one of those unravelling days. The wool sweater unravelling
from the hem, up until the breast pocket, but not all the way. I have the wool all around
me, in swirly whorls, waiting for me to un-undone
it. Today is one of those days that the sweater unexpectedly gets snagged
on something – a nail, a sharp table edge, a memory, a song maybe, you never
really know what exactly it is – and I come undone. But I didn’t go all the
way. That’s something, I think. It gets better. Next time, it’ll stop at the
bottom pocket. Or maybe just around the middle. It does get better, until one
day I wake up and realize I’m all fine and this too has gone away. I’ll wake up
and not be so tired and weary. I’ll wake up and it’ll be a distant memory, they all will.
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