Sorry, my teammates. I know what I'm supposed to do for myself, but I'm just done tonight. My sister called to tell me that our mom stole medication from her bathroom and overdosed herself on my sister's medicine tonight. She's in the I.C.U. right now.
I know that I'm not even close to what I was trying to eat today, but I can't stomach a thing now. I can't say that I'm sad right now, though I'm worried. My uncle killed himself seven years ago. I know what all of this is, and how it destroys families. My mom knows that too, and promised all of us children that she'd never do something like that to us. I am so overcome with my feelings of betrayal and anger. I feel grief, but it is being overwhelmed by absolute and blinding anger. No. Rage. I feel like I could tear the world apart with my bare hands right now.
I don't know what else to do with myself, so I'm going to exercise. If I don't burn this off, I'm going to just make myself sick. I'm already shaking, and need somewhere to put it all.