Therapeutic musings mixed with humorous ramblings and sometimes spiritual notations of life as I know it in written form. A diary of my heart inspired by life.
Saturday, April 11, 2015
All I Can Do is Grieve
The tears appeared before my eyes opened.... That is never a good thing to wake up too. I quickly recite all the things I have to be thankful for..... Still there is a hole in my heart and an ache in my chest that won't go away. There are certain losses that will never heal, never go away and some days all I can do is grieve.