I replayed how I had to pack up all of my belongings alone, and moments In which I cried on the stairs. Yet here I am, at my parent’s house, in a bed that gives me lower back pain, consistently shifting my mind as I courageously take on emotions and feelings that do not serve me. ![]() I pictured holding hands, and belly rubs, me planning a cute meal of sorts (he isn’t the celebration type) and laughs at Shannon’s joyful, playful ways. ![]() For it was a year, I had met him, he woo’d me, we moved in together, we started a family (holds belly), and I would for the first time celebrate Mother’s Day with a companion by my side. Yet this Mother’s Day, this year… I was really looking forward to it. You see long are the days in which, holidays and their meanings have impacted me. In that meditation, I begin to acknowledge and accept a few things. I sat up, closed my eyes and took deep breaths…slow your breathing Ash I scrolled social media and then I realized I hadn’t taken moments to breathe. For hours I was terribly uncomfortable no matter what I did. Around 1 AM I woke up tossing and turning.
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