Grief

Today was supposed to feel great. After months & months we are finally in our new house that feels nothing like home & is filled with nothing but the still soggy, mildew infested remnants of things so dear to my heart I’d give a limb to see them intact one last time.

People keep texting me excited… send pictures!! Here’s one ~ my bio mom’s Harley helmet a friend saved for me and surprised me with today. It felt sorta like getting stabbed in the soul.

People get so mad at depression.
No I don’t want help unpacking.
I don’t want to unpack at all.
No I don’t want to go buy pillows.
I want to sit here and grieve.
Alone.
So I have some small hope of ever getting past this, if their is such a place as “past this”.

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