One way I cope right now is through dancing.
I miss my Mamabear!
Today I wanted to go through my Mother’s clothing and shoes to set them aside for family members who may need them, or once Covid is over, go to those in need. I was doing well with my heart, I had an amazing sleep last night, first time I slept a full 8 hours in weeks. I went and found the bags with her shoes. As I went through them I placed them into a box so they will be ready for their next journey. But then I came upon her sandals and her Merrill clogs she wore for years and years. Within seconds, moments flashed before me, picnics and…
Why? There are No Stages
Well my true feelings are a crap shoot. Someone told me that I needed to pull myself up by my boot strapes because my mom would have wanted that. I call bullshit. My mother taught me to look deep at triggars, to see that my boot straps are frayed, stop take the boots off and wash off all the shit thats caked to the bottom, string up stronger laces, get good socks and then lace them up. My mom analized things to deaht to try to figure out about how to be the best version of herself. She taught me that if it is looking too good to be true,…
A Pass Through Grief While Enduring Mental Illness
