Stella
Rolling from side to side doesn't help. I huff, frustrated and try to find the most comfortable position. Physically I am fine, it's my mind that refuses to crawl out of the dark hole it's been pushed into by the events I took part in. Needless to say, not everything went according to my brilliant part. The end result was indeed what I planned it to be, but I never anticipated how challenging the road there would become. Nor how scarring.
Being on bedrest is not as relaxing as one might imagine. If anything, it makes things worse. I wasn't made to sit idle and not stress about something. I could do with stressing about anything right now, anything to get my mind off who I am.
While Roman has been blessedly nightmares free for the first time in four years, I can't say I share his
