Widow’s brain

From our regular Confessions Section:

 

“My brain used to race ahead, far too quickly for my hands or even words to keep up with. Now it feels as if my hands and voice are trying to coax my weary brain to keep up with them. Sometimes my brain is a boulder they’ve tied a rope around and they’re trying to heave it up a hill. More often they are like friends on a hike, where the two fitter ones have to stop and wait, with diminishing patience, for their slowcoach pal to catch up.”

 

First published in Widows and Widowers magazine Issue 15

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