I don’t know how much longer I can handle this. This time of the year always scares me. Not because I’m in pain, I’m used to it and mostly numb to it now ... but because when I try to work on this day, I do more harm than good and I have to put on a face for everyone. If I didn’t have to put on a face, I’d let everyone know I’m suffering, but I’m the only one that gives them the hope they need to ...

They called me the Indestructible Hero.

The hero that never took any damage despite bones being broken to what should have been irreversible measures. The hero who could,and did,survive complete decapitation. The hero who was practically a Demi-god.

And that was completely true.

Except from 1 singular hour a year.

The 12th of April,09:00-10:00.

A full hour of all the previous year’s pain...