What hasn’t been processed lingers like a stale cigarette, polluting the good in what’s left.
To feel so empty, numb and stuck is something i assumed i had the tools to pull out of. Better yet, navigate the rough waters better all together but i was wrong.
Even a skilled sailor has to get water boarded during a storm. These days get longer and sometimes brighter before the sun falls behind the clouds once more.
Grief hits you in waves, processing bit by bit. Navigating the best you can without getting lost in the darkness of the night. Looking towards dawn, holding on through hell and high water until then.
– Kate Kay
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