I am not myself today. I am overly emotional. I am newly unreliable. I am illogical. I am not thinking sensibly. I am unable to concentrate for much more than a sentence or two. I am easily confused. I am recently discouraged. I am exhausted. And I feel like I am very far behind. I can’t seem to catch up. My mind won’t turn off.
Start over. I don’t want to be stuck. Start over. Go forward. Find peace somewhere. Anywhere. Find something that will take the hurt away. Take the hurt for just one day. I need just one pain-free day.
My writing isn’t even intelligible tonight. It slurs together. Life is slurring together. One long complicated mess. One short “life-as-we-knew-it-is-over” story. This is the darker side of grief.
