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Never who I was.
Who are you when you can’t relate to the woman you once were?
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Day 3,427
Creation haunts me. Not in a spooky ghost way but more of a one that got away vibe. When creation flowed I was a vessel of water. So overwhelmed by everything. The emotions had to find a place. They needed to feel heard. In many ways like so many times before. All around there were … Continue reading Day 3,427
Day 3,264
Maybe it’s the rain.The clouds.The feeling of the chill creeping back into my bones.This is a season of sadness.An ever-immersive spiral staircase to nothing and everything.A true “fall” Some years I reach for autumn.As if the wind would be warmer and tears wouldn’t blur my vision. I sit.I’m still.Waiting.Always waiting but for what?“I am ok” … Continue reading Day 3,264
Day 2,465 – Awareness of hidden grief
Grief is the kind of thing that comes in waves, swelling and receding. It hides within our everyday lives, appearing when least expected. It leaves behind countless sunrises full of hope and late nights that sparkle like Hollywood lights. Some dinners are joyous, encapsulating the feeling of freedom from that ever-oppressive cloud. Our hobbies, routines, … Continue reading Day 2,465 – Awareness of hidden grief
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