Like Christmas. And Christmas is beginning to give me PTSD. I lost my mother two years ago just after Christmas, my husband 2 years ago just before the holidays, and now potentially I'm about to lose my grandfather. I feel for my grandmother especially. They have been together since she was 13. Now she will be alone like I am, with only her dog and her memories for company.
Grief lightens but they are wrong, it doesn't go away. I feel brittle. Between my financial situation and the emotional barrage of this past couple years, I feel like tiny little cracks are forming along my skin and one day I will just break apart into tiny little pieces. That dark place in my mind calls to me. Taunting one minute, enticing the next. I have writing to put up, and voice recordings. I promise, I have not forsaken you.