This post, this is just me pouring out my heart. There won’t be any tags, no categories, it’s not about people reading, but more about cleansing.
I haven’t posted in so long that I doubt my followers even remember the content of what I usually write about, so if you are lost reading this, I apologize.
Two weeks ago, my therapist told me that I need to mourn. Consciously, I feel fine, I feel nothing, but my actions are displaying symptoms of me trying to escape my pain.
I have been watching copious amounts of tv to try and run away from what it even means to mourn. But as I finished catching up on my show, and there were no more episodes to watch. I stared up in the dark and the floodgates opened.
Who would have thought that the saying is actually true, sometimes real love is actually letting go.