Thursday, January 15, 2015

Which Stage of Grief is This

I write things here I can't say out loud. Whether it's something not acceptable to society or to my peer group or whether it's the many constraints I bind myself with that prevent me from expressing myself to another person.

The "for sale" sign goes up today. The house needs work, one car needs to be sold, paper work to read over, another place to live needs to be found, bills to be paid, people still count on me.

Today I'm not strong. Today I ache with lonliness. Today I need my mom (imagine that at 51). Today I will go back to bed and know tomorrow will be better.


  1. Aww Sweetie...hang in there. Lots of big changes have happened to you. So many of us have been your shoes. It does get better, this too shall pass, yada, yada, yada...It sucks and is painful right now, and I am sorry for that, but it will get better, I promise. Hugs to you friend.


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