The Art of a Gland
It’s me, the 28 year old art teacher/singer whose life you’re stealing. I never really knew how badly you were affecting me until I started feeling it in my voice. I have been lucky not to have gained much weight since you decided to stop working at all, and I can deal with being sleepy and tired all the time and overly sensitive. I can deal with looking like I had no sleep. I can even deal with the hand numbness that stops me from being able to open the paint jars for the kids.
I cannot deal with losing my voice, which is one of the things I am best at. At first I thought I was talking too loud or too much in class, but as much as I control it, it’s just not getting better. Now, everytime I try to sing, it comes out raspy and my register is not as high as it used to be. I’m heartbroken and really scared that my voice will never recover.
I feel like hating you sometimes for doing this to me, but I know that’s not going to get me anywhere. I feel guilty for complaining about something that seems superficial. but the truth is, I’m sick of all this. The doctor keeps increasing the medication, but it doesn’t look like it’s working. I have read all the things I can do to make it better and will try them all.
Just promise me you will give my voice back. Don’t take that away from me, I beg you. Don’t become my enemy. Stop getting worse.
Be kind to me and I’ll be kind to you.