Jun 15
i want to remember what it felt like not to be constantly consumed with grief.
most of the time, it's manageable, i can carry it with me and let it sit in my chest, albeit uncomfortably, but then there's times where it feels like it's crawling out of me, ripping me apart in the process and there's nothing i can do to stop it.
i feel silly for still being so wrecked, it's been almost a year now. i know a year isn't long, not really, but surely it should be more manageable by now? surely the ache should've subsided??
i fear that ache will consume me someday.
