And this evening seems like one of those nights.
The kind where it seems like I lost the baby just yesterday. The kind where I start crying spontaneously. The kind where despair seems universal and no hope peers around the corner and dawn seems forever away.
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There's nothing wrong with crying... it usually helps, if on a short-term basis. On a long-term basis, it may not always look like it, or feel like it, but there's usually a spark of hope hiding somewhere not too far out of reach. We just get so used to seeing the darkness that we forget what it looks like sometimes... (Gee, that remarkably unhelpful, wasn't it? Sorry... I do hope things look better soon, though.)
Cry, as often as you need to. I hope the dawn did arrive after awhile. That's the nice thing about dawn. But I get you.
((hugs))
Oh sweet mama, I understand. I still cry about my Beloved. Remember it has not been that long and to give yourself time. Allow yourself to process however you need to. {{{{BIG Bosom hugs like my gramms used to give))))
I'm so sorry, K. Hugs to you!
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