The personal truth about grief.
.uncontrollable.... rapid waves... high mountains... low seas.
The struggle for survival in a new and strange land.
I had a very nice day today...breakfast with a wise friend
Dinner with my girl...a bit of shopping and laughter..
Christmas all ready.
Then...wham...here it comes...late at night.
I get anxiety. I do not want to go to bed.
I want to eat junk food.
I feel like I cannot survive.
I concentrate on the fears.
My only son.
I feel weak.
I feel terrified.
There is no one to steady my boat.
Only me...and the godly universe..
I am forcing myself to leave the house in the daytime.
I must force myself to go to bed in the night.
Move along Mrs. O'Quilts