My gums ache.
I think my teeth are about to shatter.
This is what it's like on an anniversary.
364 days of not going there. 364 days of holding it in and putting a lid on it and carrying on. Ignorance is bliss.
But now I feel like I am going to explode. Or melt. Or just stop. Cease.
I'm writing this sitting in the car after getting the groceries. I have a boot full of food and a body full of pain.