Showing posts with label manic. Show all posts
Showing posts with label manic. Show all posts
Monday, March 12, 2018
48 years old
I am 48. I feel twice my age. Not so much physically as mental, emotional. I feel like I have lived an entire life. I am so tired. Losing Cyrus, not to death, but to me. The hole in my soul just keeps getting larger. The cold air blows through it. The heart is frozen.
I think my family would be better without me. My body should be cremated and scattered across the ocean. I will forever be at peace with the sounds of the waves, the trees and rocks, the blue water surrounds me.
Maya is a senior. She is getting totally ripped off because her mom is fucking insane. I took her pictures last week but I can't even get the energy to edit them and send them off to the printers. I have bills and taxes to get done but my mind is worthless. My hubby wishes he was married to a better version of me. He wouldn't leave me, but he lets me know how disappointed he is in my abilities in this life, There are so many women who are amazing. I am a joke.
Labels:
anger,
anxiety,
child death,
grief,
hate,
manic,
Pain,
panic attack,
PTSD
Saturday, March 3, 2018
Will he Remember
Will he recall?
Will he recall?
When he was small?
The trips to the coast?
You caught the most?
The many drives to the
lake?
Papa’s bear for God’s
sake?
Will he remember?
The fun every
December?
Waiting up for Santa
Clause?
Riding the motorcycle
at Papa’s?
Our trips every year
to Red Bluff?
Breaking the steers
tough?
Will he be
reminiscence?
His mind showing
puissance?
The simple jokes he
told at the table?
When our life was fun
and stable?
Our trip to Denver to
listen to Dylan?
Will his mind be
willin’?
Styx and Def Leopard
for the 1st time?
That Boy Scout Climb?
How much I love him?
All before it seemed so grim?
Labels:
Life is never fair,
love,
manic,
mom and dad
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