I’m losing my voice, and I’m not talking about the one I use to speak with—that one’s been working great. Just ask my friends about 7 a.m phone calls (I hate my life,) my dad about mid-afternoon whine breaks (I wish I were never born) or my boyfriend about midnight bitch-fests (let’s break up—there’s no use dating a corpse). Bronchitis would be a welcome reprieve.
It’s my writing voice I’ve lost. And it’s throwing me in a major shame spiral. To top it off, I work for a service mag, which means I have to give people tips on how to live a happy, healthier life. I am severely incapable of, seeing as how I can’t get out of bed without crying a little bit and popping some Sudafed.
Pass the Paxil. Please.
Posted by Erin E
