Some times bad things happen to us, we cry we say we are over it, but really and truly we are not.
We wonder, why us, why me, why did this have to happen to me. What did I do wrong, who did I offend, the questions are endless.
After a few grieving moments we take a break, allow ourselves to live, carry on with life like nothing happened. Truth remains, **** did happen and it sucked. I thought I was over it but I am not. I find myself feeling low and sad sometimes and then I remember why.
I may eventually get over it, I may not. A part of me wants to and the other never wants to forget. I guess this is life, the good, the bad and the ugly. We can only hope and pray we get more of the good and less of the bad and ugly.
I’ll be fine and this feeling will pass, but for now, it is a dark cloudy heavy feeling.
I’m grateful for an amazing husband, family and friends, you have all been amazing.
I’ll be back with happier posts soon I hope 🙂