I’ve struggled lately. I’m on bended knee.
The distance I feel between Auntie and I has left this gaping wound in the center of my heart. She’s the only person I’m able to cry near even if just by phone.
Nothing comes out but my eyes carry the hurt. My eyes betray my smiling mouth. Joy does not crinkle the edges of my eyes and mouth.
I promise myself I’ll keep blogging even though I want to curl under heavy covers and die.
I promise myself I’ll try to pull out of this isolation. Starting tomorrow I promise to blog once a day even if it’s something as short as a quote.
Most of all I promise to get out of bed at 6 a.m.and put one foot in front of another…