That miracle we were hoping for never happened.
It doesn’t need to be reiterated what an absolute farked up emotion grief is. It’s never the same. Its intensity is unpredictable at best. Ebbs and flows.
There’s not much I can do with this shapeless, dark void. No point resisting it. The only choice is to get through it. The best way my family and I can.
I’ve been lighting a candle, doing some meditating, focusing on love and hope.
It may seem futile and new age-ish for some but for me, it’s better than doing nothing and feeling helpless.
Being conscious of not over committing to social events or invitations, I politely decline so I don’t take on more than I can chew, setting aside any feelings of guilt or obligations to others.
If people care, they’ll understand.
Right now, it’s about finding comfort and solace.
I guess it’s keeping a balance of keeping occupied without being too overwhelmed.
Trying to smile again but allowing those moments for sudden outbursts.
Trying not to be desperately miserable but patiently waiting for those flowers to bloom again.
***Many thanks for all your beautiful messages this past difficult week, especially the flowers from Brenda and Mummy K. So grateful for the amazing friendships I’ve made here. I promise that FYBF will be back to its usual upbeat self soon***
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