I cannot truthfully say that things have gotten better in that time.
I lost my dog 6 months later and his dog a year after that.
"Home" has become a concept that I have had to re-evaluate my definition of repeatedly. As have "friend," "family," "trust," "hope," "future," "safe," "stable," and "secure."
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| Who Knows Where the Road Leads |
If you've been here before, you undoubtedly have noticed that I've unpublished all the previous posts.
It was a hard decision that took 3 1/2 years to make.
As life attempts to move forward, I'm simply exhausted by the expectations people have of me to fit into their own ideas about grief, heartbreak, loss, and survival.
I suspect I'll be back with new stories in the future. But right now, I do not have the emotional budget for those who feel I'm not allowed to be happy again, or that I should not still be sad or angry or lost as well and too many other parts of my personal life need to be tended to first.
