from 3/11


I’m about to implode on myself. Like, collapse and fall apart from the outside to the inside. Stomach clenched. Xanax needed.

Hard moments.

Need serenity. Praying. Knees.

3/11 later: better. Hard day. Delayed reaction to my parents visit. Anger. So much anger and pain. But it ended better because I was able to give hope to someone else. Maybe. Just a shred. But it made a difference to her. Lifted her up. Grateful for the reading in the book study, grateful for the person next to me holding her book up so I could read the words as I heard them read. It was oddly perfect for me (coincidence, I think not!)