I’m so, so, so glad I have a great therapist. That is all. Every week she tells me to just be how I am, to feel how I feel. It worries me that I haven’t cried since my mom died—does it mean that I am so fucked up and repressed that I can’t feel anything?
It seems you’re doing what you can right now and that’s all you can do. And processing, lord knows how long processing can take. I love the response about rising from ashes . I struggled after my brother‘s death, because he had been cremated and for the for the first time I understood why Catholics didn’t cremate. I like the idea of rising from ashes though. Love you
((nodding)) What Rachel said. It's all a weird process that never ends. Just this morning, I thought I could turn around and talk to [my brother] Davey. Sometimes I want my cousin who recently shot himself in my aunt's yard to show up in my dreams so I can yell at him about decades of stuff.
It seems you’re doing what you can right now and that’s all you can do. And processing, lord knows how long processing can take. I love the response about rising from ashes . I struggled after my brother‘s death, because he had been cremated and for the for the first time I understood why Catholics didn’t cremate. I like the idea of rising from ashes though. Love you
((nodding)) What Rachel said. It's all a weird process that never ends. Just this morning, I thought I could turn around and talk to [my brother] Davey. Sometimes I want my cousin who recently shot himself in my aunt's yard to show up in my dreams so I can yell at him about decades of stuff.