divine--apathia

(Written earlier this year, now released in honor of June, apparently, being an awareness month for this issue. Nonfiction.)            A shadow passed over, and in that instant I felt relief from pain I did not realize I was feeling. Then it was gone, and pain burrowed into my left temple.            This is not my first migraine. I looked at my work, unfinished. I had hoped to put in four hours today, and had gotten really into this project again. After months of burnout, I was just starting to rekindle my passion. It’s not much, but I was proud of the progress I’d made on this project the last few days. It may be some of my