I am having a hard time today. Stress I guess. And mourning.
The darkest things keep occurring to me.
What would happen to my animals if I die?
Letting go of my animals if I knew I was to die?
Never being missed.
How it would be when my mother dies?
If I would be completely alone when my sister dies?
Whether my dad is in heaven waiting?
Does he remember me?
The darkest things lie heavy on me today. And try as I might, I can’t shake them.
That feeling of being always on the verge of crying hysterically.
That feeling of hopeless helplessness.
Doesn’t matter that you know you are being silly or overly emotional. Doesn’t matter that you can reason the situation or stress away. The dark heaviness stays.
It has made me so tired.