Let’s Talk Boobs.
I kept doing all the things – sleep, exercise, books, Netflix, “me time”, time away from my family, time with my family. You name the “self care” trick, I tried it. I tried them all.
This post isn't about my own grief. It's not about the tears I've cried, or the questions I've asked. It’s not about my own days where getting out of bed felt too hard. It's about a different side of the fight. It's about your mom's grief when she loses her college roommate. And your best friend's grief after she has a miscarriage. It’s about all the people you encounter, telling you about their grief.
“Mom, I’m still hungry. Mom, I’m hungry. Where’s my snack? Mom, did you hear me? Are you near me?”
These are just a few of the ones I found either insightful, memorable, alarming, or hilarious.
You haven't heard from me in awhile. Sorry 'bout it. Life got weird. Here's an update on life and trend-ish. Lots and lots of changes all around. Cheers!
I've actually fought this whole "blog" thing the entire freaking time I've had it.