HME
I don't know how to describe how we feel most days.
It's almost like when things are good, it becomes blurry. Like maybe it isn't there. But it is always there and you can see it and feel it.
Then one day you are at a restaurant. And it's someones birthday. And the lights are flashing on and off because they are getting ready to sing.
And you look over and your 3 year old is looking up scared and telling you no more.
Because that's the test they did to her every day at the hospital a month before. Lights flashing right into her eyes. And it hits you. Over and over and over again. Like a ton of bricks.
That's HME.
It's almost like when things are good, it becomes blurry. Like maybe it isn't there. But it is always there and you can see it and feel it.
Then one day you are at a restaurant. And it's someones birthday. And the lights are flashing on and off because they are getting ready to sing.
And you look over and your 3 year old is looking up scared and telling you no more.
Because that's the test they did to her every day at the hospital a month before. Lights flashing right into her eyes. And it hits you. Over and over and over again. Like a ton of bricks.
That's HME.
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