Thursday, June 16, 2016
10 months and my body's in trouble
Mark’s been gone for 10 months…
He died 43 weeks and 4 days ago…
For 305 days I’ve been on my own, navigating through my life without him.
Most of the time, I’m okay. I get up every morning and feel positive about the day ahead. The past few months have been really good I have to say.
This week though, my resistance is low, my ability to deal with things seems lacking. Maybe it’s the Orlando shooting (I’ve kept sort of quiet about it because if I think about it at all I start crying and have a really hard time making myself stop). I think I’ve had a bug or some kind over the past week or so too. Yesterday I stayed home from work to nurse a horrible headache and ended up sleeping the day away.
Today I feel groggy, hungover from the headache I think. I still feel exhausted, like I could sleep for days.
I hate feeling weak but that is how I’m feeling right now, in this moment.
On days like today, I feel like I’m confronted with grief triggers everywhere I go. In a day or so, I know that this cloud of grief which is hanging over my head today will clear. The triggers won’t be as powerful. The tears won’t come so easily or with such violence. I will feel strong again, and capable again and happier than I feel right now.
Right now, I’m just holding on tight with both hands, white knuckling things I suppose, until this passes and I can get back to feeling good again.
...sincere thanks to Mary Margaret from Margaret Mary...