[Katwoman4]

Tomorrow we transition back into our typical routines. I have been suspended in a cocoon for the last week. The kids have been out of school. Life was on my terms, I felt in some control, some special moments occurred.

The transition tomorrow signifies less peace, less rest, less control, less quiet, less self determination.

Three beautiful children, one with autism. I go to school each day he attends. He is nine, you see, wears diapers, could run away from school. I am there in case he needs me. I volunteer my time while I am there and let him go about his business.

Transition tomorrow means concerned glances from other parents, well meaning Educators telling me each move Sam makes and Eddie Haskell types treating Sam like a mascot. I want to tell them all to f-off sometimes. Instead I put on a mask of resiliency, confidence and good humored acceptance of everyone's opinion.

I dread it.

[Mylifeisdepressing]

I know what you mean about the cocoon, having spent all of yesterday in my room alone doing nothing, and the last thing I want is to go back to my normal life routine. But I can't escape from it forever. Hopefully it will not be as bad as we think it will be, I'll be thinking of you and DamienV as I go back to school.

[Lexi232]

Cocoon by Assemblage 23

Even though I know it's only chemical
These peaks and valleys are beginning to take their toll
Try to convince myself that all it takes is time
But the most derisive voice I hear is mine

It opens all the scars on me
It leaves me shaken in my belief
It takes my hand just to drag me down
It makes me a stranger in the crowd

Give me isolation just for now
I feel a hard rain coming down
I promise that I will be back soon
But for now I'll return to my cocoon

There is thunder in the distance and the sky grows gray
There is lightning in the clouds in search of prey
It's not a matter of if as much as when
The clouds will break and the rainfall will begin

It opens all the scars on me
It leaves me shaken in my belief
It takes my hand just to drag me down
It makes me a stranger in the crowd

Give me isolation just for now
I feel a hard rain coming down
I promise that I will be back soon
But for now I'll return to my cocoon

Cracks in the chrysalis spread out like tiny snakes
That hiss a litany of rumors and mistakes
But I'm afraid their cause is fraught with futility
There is nothing more that they can take from me

It opens all the scars on me
It leaves me shaken in my belief
It takes my hand just to drag me down
It makes me a stranger in the crowd

Give me isolation just for now
I feel a hard rain coming down
I promise that I will be back soon
But for now I'll return to my cocoon