Imagine if I didn’t have Manager Oh, or if she had forsaken me during this crisis.
It was the first thing that came to my mind as I woke up, having slept through into the next day with puffy red eyes, that I had cried myself to sleep with. To me, crying releases endorphins and always makes me feel better about bad situations.
However, this time it only made my body worse.
A migraine had taken the left side of my head hostage, and my body felt exactly as it did when I woke up in the hospital after the accident. Struggling to stay balanced, I entered the bathroom and managed to brush my teeth. A shower and brushing my hair would have to wait until I took painkillers first.
I wanted to log on online anonymously, but part of me already knew what to expect. Plus, I wasn’t sure I had packed
