I thought writing that last post would be cathartic. I hoped that the people I need to read it would and they’d know that I was hurting. I keep wanting to find solace outside of myself. But I know that that is impossible. Really, it’s how I got into this mess in the first place.
My heart aches. Mostly for the loss. Some for myself and my on-going grief and fear.
I’m afraid to be hopeful. I am freaked out by possibility where my heart is concerned.
Nothing about this has been easy, I just have to trust the path, even if it is too dark to see ahead.