When I talk to someone about my depression, OCD, PTSD, grief or anxiety (yes, I am a hot mess of epic proportions) and how I
The paddle in my hands moves my craft where I need want it to be. I am adept as I weave with against the current
There are books aplenty about grief and loss and how to process. Essays upon essays that muse on feelings and actions and how to navigate
grief doesn’t merely sit. it resides, it burrows, nests, settles in, envelopes. heavy, weighted, ever-present, suffocating my lightness of being that it has replaced.
there are still days that I don’t care that “why” will never be answered. i still ask it. of you. of the universe. of my
You know…. I have spent the last week or so trying to figure out why I’m so “weepy”. Meaning, quick to have tears just sitting