Stutzman, River, March 13, 2020

March 13, 2020 River Stutzman

A two-week break, I’ll see you all in April But two weeks turned into two months Two months has now been two years

I woke up each day in the afternoon Listened to music, looked at my computer,crying I was drained mentally, on the verge of dying

On autopilot Living, sleeping, breathing It wasn't me, I was a prisoner of my own mind Fighting for my life, I wanted it to be the end

I prayed to not wake up the next morning I prayed for it to all be a dream I prayed I would be at peace I prayed and prayed and prayed

It's been two years with no end in sight Case after case At least I'm in-person again School, theater, events

I'm still dying though Just with a mask on A cloth one and a mental one