It would come in waves, this feeling of darkness overtaking me. I would lie in bed, deep in sleep when I felt it covering me, like a heavy hand, pushing me, sinking me, deeper and deeper into an abyss of blackness. I knew whatever it was, whatever was trying to smother me, was evil. And I knew I needed to fight with everything in me to escape it. So I fought to wake up and when I did, I’d be covered in sweat, my heart beating out of my chest, with a fear so intense I could only whisper the name of my Savior. But whisper I did and eventually, my heart would calm, peace would come in and sleep would return.
I was buying a last-minute gift on Amazon, and the kingpin of last-minute gifts at that: a gift card, when I noticed the products at the bottom of the page that were recommended for me. A sterling silver, stamped, cuff bracelet that read “just f***ing do it”. I stared at my laptop with my brows raised and thought “Wow. Just wow.” How far we’ve come in our linguistic talents over the past 6500 years (yes, I’m a young Earther). How am I possibly going to get my 6 year old to stop saying “Crap. Crap. Crap.” when we’re all inundated with much worse language on a daily basis. And, yes, I am thankful that “crap” is the worst in his repertoire at this point. I can only imagine what will come the way of my eardrums as time moves on. Perhaps surgery wasn’t such a great idea after all.
