Grief

Waiting for normal.

Dear Self,

I don’t know how to be with myself at the moment and so this daily letter to you has…

Another day.

Dear Self,

Clothes drying on coat hangers in my room.

My sad heart.

Dear Self,

Today I need some help holding my heavy, black, sad heart.

A recipe for healing grief and discombobulation.

Dear Self,

Good people.

Dear Self,

There are some very good people around.

And it rained.

Dear Self,

Today it has rained.

Grief.

Dear Self,

Grief is like an old vinyl record.

Be sad.

Dear Self,

When sadness comes around

Be sad