There doesn’t seem to be an off button for all this external grief happening in the world. Can I go into hiding, maybe just for a little while?
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Note to Self
When my brother passed, I decided I would be intentional about my own life and how I spend my time. Then the mountains turned into rolling hills. One seems like the next, so much like the previous. Note to self: Don’t get complacent.
Scary
Most days I feel pretty confident about where I am on this grief journey. I mean, I feel like I know where I am in my feelings, but other days are still scary.
I Feel You 