I write this with my left hand, struggling across the keyboard because of a sprain my right — my dominant hand. The past 12 hours have been filled with regret for an action I could have prevented if only I had kept my cool.
The pain in my right won't let me sleep. It won't let me eat. It won't let me take a bath.
Your text won’t let me wallow in the pain.
I just want to say thank you.