Todays word was humanistic.
This weekend I got a chance to be a human. Not a broken vase, or bomb ready to explode, or a flat wall.
Every-time I see the kids there is always that feeling of grief that follows it. Deep grief.
I took care of myself the best that I could. It just stirs up a lot. I feel somewhat better today but still struggling with work, struggling to move forward a bit.
I am pushing those hard feelings down. As far down as they’ll go, so I can just operate like everyone else.
But it hurts, it always hurts.