They say sometimes grief is like three steps forward, one step back.
Instead, I feel like it's one step forward, three steps back sometimes.
I was doing so good. January had felt like, in general, a lift in my spirit, the beginning of a new horizon.
But then February came last week.
And the mudslide let loose.
I fell apart for two days, then did okay for two, and then got glomped on with the mud that took days to come down the slope today. I'm mentally picturing my life right now like a mud slide, and I'm climbing the mountain, trying with all my might, but the rocks and slippery slope just keep coming and unclamping my hands off anything I could find to grab on to.
This grief, this grief, is a mudslide and a slippery slope sometimes.
Wednesday, February 10, 2010
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thanks for being brave enough to invite those who love you into the mud with you. I know we can't create all of the footholds to climb back up to the next place but sometimes we can offer a grip or plain just sit in that mud with you and hug you. you are loved.
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