I’m tired…

Ever since my mama passed away, I’ve been half a person. It’s true when they say that when you lose someone you love, you lose a part of yourself. It’s been two weeks since she left and everyday I feel like I’m in limbo. This is my own hell I’m living in and all I do is wonder around trying to find myself and I can’t. I feel I’m this new person and my old one I shed and won’t get back again. This new life is strange and I don’t like it.

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Dignaga

I didn't fully recover from my god mother, who was much more of a mother to me than my mother ever was, until I lit the candle to her one year anniversary at her central diocese in pittsburgh. I broke out in a torrent of intimidation and tears when lighting the candle and couldn't stay, but I got over it after that.

That was a very rough year for me though. I never had to mourn for anyone before, and likely never will again. I'm not much of a people person.