Grief is a funky terrain to navigate. It's constantly changing, never the same, foggy in places, and clear as day in others. Sometimes it's a walk through the park while other times it is an uphill climb forever and ever and ever. Occasionally, you may come to a stream -- feel refreshed, rejuvinated, replenished with enough energy to make it but sometimes the creeks run dry.
Tricky, huh? If you were even able to follow the analogy...
But seriously, I'm laying here in bed with so many thoughts going through my head. I have so many different emotions coursing through my veins and yet, I can't seem to use my words. It's funny though, because all this week -- my friend and I have been forcing each other to use our words. Hmph. I fail, Katherine.
Right now? I'm a combination of... frustrated, angry, sad, depressed, relieved, annoyed, disappointed, anxious, confused, jealous, optimistic, regretful, neglected, and happy. All that right there leads me to being tired, exhausted, and sick.
Therefore, I'll go into more detail tomorrow. G'night.
10 years ago
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