I got news of the miscarriage three weeks ago, and am pondering "am I better." That seems quite convoluted right now.
Time has passed, most friends don't ask me how I am any more, which is normal I am sure. Life keeps going, the world keeps spinning, and what do you even say? People can't read minds and I think most people feel it necessary to move on, as if to inspire joy which is what the person hung out to fry must want. I know life isn't over. I am incredibly blessed. Things could be worse. They could also be better.
My head is what I would like to reason with. I am plagued with feelings of inadequacy and a shit-tastic sense of self worth, which skews everything in my life.
Tomorrow is a new day.
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