"I had managed to keep my composure in the grocery store, and even when I was putting away my cart back to get my quarter back. But as I drove home, the tears came. I began the ugly cry."
"Tears-pouring-down-my-face, couldn't-talk-couldn't-breathe kind of laughing. Screaming laughing. So hard that I was sobbing because I couldn't get it together."
The days have turned into weeks, and soon to be months. Life has become a blur. But somehow, we survive. It’s not pretty, but we manage to make it work.
I’m not saying I need to get out more, I’m saying it would be nice to not have the mental load of it all. I’m not saying I want a holiday – even though one would be nice.
"I hear a familiar voice yell 'YES!' And then she literally runs to the front. There’s some writing on my to-go bag, but i don’t pay much attention to it. I grab my food and head out the door."
I was ruining all of the important relationships in my life because I DIDN’T CARE. I didn’t care about anything. I felt like a hollow shell. I was spiraling out of control. I snapped at everyone for everything and I couldn’t make it stop.
