I am and will be the ‘Me’ that never was imagined.I am the ‘Me’ that’s emerged from the ashes of pain.
This is a post about nothing really.
I've been getting quieter and quieter.
And I'm sorry.
Since Mama Claire left for the next life I haven't felt quite right. 87927
Someone said that grief is more or less when you have love to give to someone but they’re not there to receive it.
Sometimes we meet pain on the path of life, and sometimes, in a way, pain becomes the path, but it is never the totality of who we are– Sarah Ann Shockley
You will get tired of being sick. That’s ok. Totally ok. Own it. Take time. Rest. And get back to work.
I always say pain changes you. I am not the person I was yesterday, and tomorrow I will not be the person I am today. It’s moulding me into a better, stronger me.
Some of us I think are prone to revisiting the same dark places. Maybe down to past traumas that stay with us, genes that we inherit or God knows what is responsible. I don’t actually think thoughts of suicide are uncommon.
I feel like my insides are falling out.
I'm sorry, this was supposed to be a happy post, but for the past four days I've had the most awful pain on the right side of my tummy. 87413
I haven’t worn a bra in almost six months. I mean not at all. Not to work, not going out anywhere, not at all.
“Wow! That’s quite liberal of you” my friend said, when I told her. I stopped to think.
Though it might seem so, I actually haven’t resisted the bra
Sorry I've been scarce. Promise I'll be back soon. Hope you're pressing ahead amidst life's storms.That's also tiring so make sure you try to get as much rest possible! Gentle Hugs :) x