"Life is a journey" I find myself whispering on the toilet, wrestling with the most difficult shit of my life
I was praying to a God I didn't believe in by the end. I could hear our dog tearing open a chip packet in the distance. I had to get to him, but I was held hostage. I briefly wished for stirrups to support my legs. I was trying to bargain with the universe. And all the time, the crinkling of a forbidden chip packet, taunting me.




