I echo your words Dee.
As the calendar announces the beginning of summer, I wish I could click my heels together three times and fast forward to September. Skip over the long days and turn the clocks back to darkness at 5:00 pm. to match the darkness in my world without one of my brightest lights.
Yes, yes, I am masquerading better as a “normal” person. Most days I can pretend for extended periods of time that I am ok, but nothing could be farther from the truth. I am so not fine. I can enter into your space, but I am never completely present. You appear so happy — I cannot find a common comfortable ground to meet you in the middle. It’s remains difficult to witness happiness. I pray that will change.
Your troubles are significant but I cannot comprehend your pain if you have all of your children. I promise my inability to…
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