i know i'll literally never wear these and maybe someone else will love thembut they were my mama's shoes and it's hard to put them in the donation bag (1)
The Burden of DeathI miss talking to my husband and today was real bad. Perhaps, it is the reason why I cannot feel good about celebrating the death of someone else's husband no matter what he believed or taught. My husband didn't die in a brutal way, although, it... See More »
I feel like I don't want to go onLike, I wish I could just die, too I have never felt more alone in my life. I can just imagine the responses: "you don't mean that", "don't say that" or worse yet " you gotta move on" Just how does one move on? Because someone tells you to? I do... See More »
Is it possible to heal together?Does sharing the grief help or does it make things worse? It's hard handling this on my own It's like a heavy weight tied to my back
Like an exhaleI drink every night. My ex addict coworker has been "recovered" for 20 years. She asks why I drink and asks if it's to "numb" it. Of course. I feel like that's why most addicts are the way they are. She tells me that if I can just get... See More »
i know it could be blamed on the algorithm...but these are from my mama. i seldom get grief tiktoks, and usually when i do they don't apply to me. i often ask myself this question.. a couple scrolls and i wonder if this is a sign this is what it felt like for her.. and then this... See More » (3)
The better part of every bit of beating heart that I hadWhatever I had. I finally sat alone, pitch black flesh and bone, couldn't believe that you were gone. (1)
