Sad and hopeful all at once, along with all the in-between feelings.
I accidentally called Bill "Gary," today... Again.
Working hard to get through everything. Holidays don't help.
Those who know, understand; certain seasons, smells, movements, characteristics. So much.
I miss many, but have to believe my moving is a healthy step forward. I've spent numerous nights alone fighting the urge to cut.
Part of me wants to scream. But there's nothing but compliant silence and survival.
I am far, far away from myself... Whoever that is.
