reading the 2nd comment from my previous post has me in tears over my apparent stupidity. i am devastated that i wrote that piece; that i expressed my fears and worries. her words shined a bright light that shows what a fool i am.
the comment also has me realizing that i must stop writing publicly. heretofore i have found words of solace coming from those who left messages. but i am in a very dark place and now feel humiliated by what i write.
waiting on the results of a possible cancer diagnosis, the heavy fear of what might be coming my way, worrying about what and if and how...? {if i do on with my worries it can be pointed out that there is no life without worry and i am a fool for expressing that i wish i had less to worry about} but i do worry about my children. i am at an extremely low point right now and i cannot take her verbal recrimination. at this time i cannot take someone showing me how stupid i am with my worries.
i signed on to hopefully find some show of support that i so desperately need. she made me feel ashamed for what i wrote.
he is not here to temper this little cruelty by saying things like, "aw, tell her to piss up a rope." or "f*ck her. write what you want. it's your thing. tell'em all to f*ck off."
he is not here to be with me while i wait on the doctor's report from the biopsy. i feel so down and scared.
it will be a while before i even think of writing again. should i choose to make an appearance here ever again, i swear up and down that i will take careful thought before writing something that someone might feel the urgent need to take apart and condemn.
but since this has now become a source of pain, i may elect not write anymore at all.
Bunny out.
how did i get here?
my husband, my beautiful Dragon, died suddenly at 12:03 AM on 9 February 2009. there was a cold, lovely full moon and 3 feet of snow on the ground. i "slept" for the following 10 months and "woke" to the physical and emotional pain and torments of deep grief. i "woke" to find i had moved the day of his funeral and that i am lost. i am looking for me while i figure out the abstract, unanswerable questions that follow behind any death. my art has evolved. his death changed that as well because i am forever changed and will forever bear the mark of losing the only man i can ever love.
there is alive and there is dead and there is a place in between. i am here wholly in my heart for my children, but i feel empty inside at this time. i miss him. i have not gotten very far in my grief journey. i make no apologies for this.
this is my place, my blog, where i write to tell the universe that i am still here.
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