June 2020
One of the absolute worst parts of grief is the fear that I will never be truly happy again. I feel traumatized and small. I have little moments of happy. Overall, I am truly not a happy person.
Today, my little one piped up, “I heard you tell someone on the phone that your friends can’t understand how you feel because their moms haven’t died. But, mom, their moms will die, too. And then they’ll know.”
Sinking heart on a sinking ship.
Not That Good Grief 