I Remember…

When I read one of the prompts for this week’s WriteHere entry, I was, indeed prompted.

“I remember…”

I remember my biggest failure. I remember lying on the couch, sobbing uncontrollably. The idea of a headache hung being my forehead, as always. It was the phantom of The Big One: the hangover that I hadn’t allowed to emerge. Yet.

I cried pretty often in 2017, but this night was worse than usual.

As always, I’d woken up in the middle of the night, sweaty, shaking and…