There are times when I still get sad about the people I've lost in the past year and a half...when the feeling comes back....When I can physically feel what it was like to sit on the floor in front of my bedroom barely able to breathe. The moments I wish my brain would erase but they seem to be permanently embedded in there without any hope to them leaving. I hate these times. I hate that these people are gone. I asked the question long ago if it gets easier, and it is but it's still not easy.
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