#50 - I've been sleeping with an assassin

Chronicles of a chronic illness

It’s really true, you know. That it’s always darkest before the dawn.

Last night - only metaphorically, mind you: we’re talking years here! - was pitch black.

My partner was there too. It all started with him, actually. The day the light went off. The big blackout.

All I know is that right until I opened that envelope from the hospital, the bright sky was…