What Are You Thinking? Continued 14

I dont want to be here right now...I want to be on a beach listening to the waves lap at the sand while a cool breeze brushes my hair away from my face and I sip on a fruity cocktail.

I want a week, or two, where I dont have to stress about work, where I dont have to figure put/prep/cook dinner or do anything other than relax
I did that a month ago and I’m ready to go back!
 
Jfc is there ever going to be a stretch of time where grief doesnt rear its ugly head and sideswipe me with feels? Just cruising along doing work on this already busy and stressful day and then bam...Im thinking about her and wondering how she is and missing her and suddenly I cant breathe and I'm sobbing at my desk and it takes every last ounce of strength I have to snap myself out of it and just move on to something, anything, else
I hate that heart emoji…I mean I’m sending you love ❤️
 
Meeting done…success? Maybe.

Now thinking about making banana bread when I get off work
 
So I'm basically an anxious mess. My dad is in the hospital. We know basically nothing. He's having an exploratory surgery tomorrow that might finally give us some answers, so at least there is progress. But I've been fighting with this intense anxiety response since last night. I'm crazy fidgety, I'm babbling at strangers, I feel like I need to keep moving. It's driving me nuts. I'm sure I'm driving others nuts. It's great.
 
Though I love my fan on while I sleep, I can't stand it on my skin. I want it cold enough to use a blanket, not a sheet.

But, it doesn't bother me any other time. Whyyyy?
I am the same even with the recent warm spell I could bear to have a fan on me as I slept.
 
Jfc is there ever going to be a stretch of time where grief doesnt rear its ugly head and sideswipe me with feels? Just cruising along doing work on this already busy and stressful day and then bam...Im thinking about her and wondering how she is and missing her and suddenly I cant breathe and I'm sobbing at my desk and it takes every last ounce of strength I have to snap myself out of it and just move on to something, anything,
Yes. From sobbing in the grocery store (stillbirth), to sobbing at work (brother's suicide), to sobbing in the hospital (stillbirth), to sobbing at the funeral (brother's suicide), to sobbing at hospital again when 14 mo son underwent spinal tap, you will get to a point where grief doesn't paralyze you or fuck you up. Because you choose to get beyond it so you don't go insane. :heart
 
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