I’ve been wanting to write, missing it, but every time I think about sitting down to begin I get bogged down in narrative and the exhaustion that accompanies me through this grief. All of these thoughts and the heavy sadness that sits on my chest like a sharp rock waiting for me to take a deep enough breath, or accidentally stumble across the
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Big Warm Hugs,
Jac
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Oh - did I give you that bit of personal magic?
No matter what. You're going to be okay. I'm sure of it. There it is - your own personal magic. When things are scary, remember it.
It hasn't been that long, has it? 90 days? 45 more after that?
Jeez, the first 90, all you can reliably do is breathe. 45 after that, you just kind of pick your head up to look around and think about the next thing.
Anything more than that is gravy. Seriously.
And I am so sorry.
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Love You,
Jac
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Love You,
Jac
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*hug*
...but it is genuine.
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Big Hugs,
Jacqui
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Thank you for sharing this.
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Thank you Honey, thank you sincerely for giving me the gift of your precious time.
Big Warm Hugs,
Jacqui
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