Missing Dear Friends
I've had a not-so-great week, physically and emotionally. I spent a couple of days just curled up on the couch, unable to really move. Even chewing food and speaking became difficult. (A medication adjustment caused this, another adjustment is beginning to help me recover again.) I gaze into the mirror and ask the reflection, "Who are you now? Who have you become?" I look at not-so-old photos of myself and ask, "I miss you, where did you go? Will you ever come back?" I've done a fair bit of shaking my fist at God (read: "Giant Pity Party") but I guess I feel a little entitled to do so. I'm struggling to do some of the simplest, most mundane tasks. I also know this, too, shall pass -- and I really DO try to balance it out with counting my blessings. Then I lost two friends, untimely deaths for them both. Or at least "untimely" for those of us who loved them. My Giant Pity Party turned into an angry rant. These ...