This post was originally written three years ago. While the details or occasions change, I still find some days I’m a mess.
It’s not nearly as often as it once was and for that I am oh, so grateful.
But the holidays, in particular, seem to make it extra hard to maintain my composure when stress or fatigue are added to missing Dominic.
The other day a conversation about the upcoming holidays devolved into a confrontation.
What I was trying to communicate came out wrong and one thing led to another until I fled- a crying, trembling mess.
I am trying so hard to manage this life I have left.
Read the rest here: Some Days, I’m Just a Mess