Although I’ve managed to keep busy all day, tonight I have nowhere to hide and it’s finally hit me. I know you wouldn’t want me to be so sad, but I miss you so much that I just can’t help it. I’m trying to recall all the happy memories, but I’m still angry for all the new memories that will never be formed…
My heritage dictates that I mourn for a year, yet I feel that I’ve pushed it out of my conscious mind so successfully that my pain is still fresh and I’m merely at the beginning of my grief.
Please let me find the strength to work through this.
“Psychologist heal thyself….”
