Hey reader. Sitting outside of work. Not wanting to go in to be honest. It's not that it's hard, it's that my kids are home early and I'm worried about my youngest mental health. She wants to bedrot and cry. Which I get. I really do. I can't help her more than I am now though. I know they'll be fine I'm just worried.
Am I sleeping? Sometimes. I can't break down though. I think the medicine is working I guess.
Definitely not breaking at the rate before. Which is nice. People aren't understanding my head set though. Which I also get. It looks odd to everyone else I guess. Grief isn't linear. It comes in waves, ebbs and flows. It disappates and comes back full force. It makes the nights silence and the days drag. It rattles in your ribcage like a marble until you give it the time it wants.
And one thing I don't have is time.
Sok
It's always ok.
S
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