In the shower.
As I brush my teeth.
As I get dressed.
I’ve never experienced anything like this, nothing else comes close. Grief, sorrow, sadness, pain pain pain. A hole in my chest that cannot be filled. A wound that is leaking. A break that I can’t repair, I’m broken and I can’t repair myself and there’s nothing I can do.
I cry as I get dressed.
"You’re worried about getting things succesfully done in order to attain some degree of self-worth. Your soul is for sale; You most likely deceive yourself in order to convince yourself. Letting go equals failing, isn’t that right? And you forget outstandingly well, don’t you? You forget that It takes admirable courage not only to try but also to gracefully give up."