I’m in a heavy place.
I don’t particularly like the grief cycle as it is known. They say this thing has no rhyme or rhythm to it. It goes from phase to phase as it pleases with no warning.
I’m far too linear for this.
Wouldn’t it just be better for everyone if we could go through this is an orderly fashion? Come on?! Single file please!
I’m not sure that I have the capacity to go back through any of this again. I don’t want reminders, and I don’t want pain. My tub will overflow if there are any additional sobbing fits on the floor of the shower. I mean, that is so 10 months ago! It’s my feeling that I have had enough.
Guess not though, right? It would appear there is still more to learn. Some lesson left on the table.
I thought some wounds had scabbed over, but they hadn’t. This new-normal is so uncomfortable, and so goddamned lonely that I dropped some boundaries in order to numb it out. Problem is, my head isn’t healed enough to allow that, and my heart is still sliced right down the middle.
Luckily, I was reminded vividly why I am where I am, and was able to do an a·bout-face and go back to picking up the pieces.
You know what, on second thought, I don’t want those pieces. Why the hell am I breaking my back to pick up these dusty, broken shards and trying to put them back together? They will never fit the way they once had. Not even a little.
This empty space hurts worse than all of the combined pain from the first 33 years of my life along with any nightmare I could summon to my imagination. I’d sure love to stuff the hole closed with anything I can find and move on.
Although it may take a little longer to fill the void, I think I’m going to go ahead and build all new pieces.
This go around, I’m going to take my time. No rushing. Carefully crafting and positioning them. A foundation built with my own two hands, that I can be proud of, that I know will last.
Hi Jenn! Pleased to meet you. Have a wonderful day! Xxx