Shari
IsItFridayYet?
Ah, man, Steely. MO isn't that far away, wanna come hang out?
Ya know, when my dad passed away, my ex-mother in law wrote a huge long letter in the card she mailed me. It was so strange at the time, cause she talked about how months from then, I'd probably just be overtaken by grief and possibly never even figure out what triggered it. Hindsight - she was right on. While I thought her card was weird at first, I came to cherish that card, cause it validated all that weird cr@p I felt all thru that first twelve months. It also helped that it came from someone I love and trust, but still, she validated how I felt, and said it was NORMAL. I still carry that card in my glove box.
I wish I had suggestions, but I really don't have any to add. When I get like this, I walk or take a drive down a secluded country road. I either turn on music really loud or turn it off and just scream whatever pops into my head - all the things I want to say to people but can't, for whatever reason, I scream it at them as tho they were sitting right there. Even been known to hit the dashboard a few (hundred) times. And I'm not a violent person, either.
Hugs, my friend. We're here.
Ya know, when my dad passed away, my ex-mother in law wrote a huge long letter in the card she mailed me. It was so strange at the time, cause she talked about how months from then, I'd probably just be overtaken by grief and possibly never even figure out what triggered it. Hindsight - she was right on. While I thought her card was weird at first, I came to cherish that card, cause it validated all that weird cr@p I felt all thru that first twelve months. It also helped that it came from someone I love and trust, but still, she validated how I felt, and said it was NORMAL. I still carry that card in my glove box.
I wish I had suggestions, but I really don't have any to add. When I get like this, I walk or take a drive down a secluded country road. I either turn on music really loud or turn it off and just scream whatever pops into my head - all the things I want to say to people but can't, for whatever reason, I scream it at them as tho they were sitting right there. Even been known to hit the dashboard a few (hundred) times. And I'm not a violent person, either.
Hugs, my friend. We're here.