Every time I think I might be done with going to therapy for this, some new wrinkle comes up. This is today’s.
February 21st, 2017
Tag Archives: sad
February 19th, 2017
Today, my Mom would have been 70. The family all gathered at her graveside and did a Facebook Live video so I could be there, too.
God, I miss her so much.
February 18th, 2017
Today, Kara sat me down and made me pose for her camera. Just sitting still, without distractions, under her gaze, broke me. Not being able to run from my grief made it fall out of me.
Maybe someday she’ll share the pictures. I’m sure they’re intense to look at as I crumble and fail to regain composure.
February 11th, 2017
Sometimes a haircut is more than a haircut.
February 8th, 2017
The drops are due to feelings creeping through. And I can’t get past them until I’ve felt them, as much as I’d like to skip this part of the grieving process.
February 4th, 2017
I’m trying, but I can’t keep up. And maybe that’s understandable, but it’s not enough.
January 27th, 2017
Stating the obvious in text messages.
January 25th, 2017
My last gift from my mother was a Wonder Woman apron. Sometimes my life feels like it’s being created by a hack group of sitcom writers.
January 22nd, 2017
nothing
January 19th, 2017
“I can’t lost it here” and “I can’t lose it now” have basically been my mantra for weeks at this point.