I'm the kind of exhausted that sleep will not and cannot fix.
Everyday this week - I've had to remind myself Mom is dead. I have wanted and needed to talk to her about many things going on in my life...but she isn't there...it is like someone is punching my stomach - over and over and over again.
I am at the point where I don't know if I will ever feel better...
Pretending I'm okay is just so fucking and utterly exhausting...
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