It really, really sucks.
It just keeps on hurting and hurting and hurting…
You feel like you’re getting better and you’re getting a handle on things…
And then WHAMMO!!! It hits you again like a Mack truck! Runs you down like a damn freight train.
I know I have to feel it to be done feeling it, but dammit, I’m sick and tired of feeling it. Oh. My. God. I feel so worn out. So worn out. It’s exhausting, really exhausting. I wish I could fast forward through it. But apparently, that’s not a thing.’
So, I’m feeling it. Oh, am I feeling it. It kinda feels like a never-ending marathon. Yeah, it’s a Grief Marathon. I’ll be endlessly grateful when I see that finish line looming up ahead. But I’m just not there yet. And I have to say, that sucks.