August is hot in the American South.
School has started and folks like to pretend fall is on the way but we who have lived here long know that’s just a fantasy.
I always have mounds to do and it’s still too hot to really be motivated to do it.
So it’s probably not surprising that the combination of reminders, reality and regret roll over my heart and lead to exhaustion.
❤ Melanie
2016: Spent
This actually happened one day last week and I was too ashamed to post it. I’m better now. But it took three days to recover from that emotional, physical, psychological and spiritual low point.
It required that I extend the grace to myself I would extend to another.
That’s actually harder than it sounds for someone who prefers to think of herself as the “good girl” and the “strong one”.
There’s only so much a body can take in a day. And I’ve reached the limit.
Started out pretty good-up with the chickens and settled into my rocking chair with a cup of coffee and my journal.
But it didn’t last.
Read the rest here: Spent
2017: Anxiety is Awful!
I’ve written before about anxiety and child loss here. No matter the cause of death, the FACT of a child’s death seems to create the perfect conditions for a parent’s body and mind to experience anxiety, dis-ease, fear and often a sense of impending doom.
My world was rocked to its foundation the moment I heard the words, “He was killed in a motorcycle accident”.
The worst thing I could imagine had come true.
Read the rest here: Anxiety is Awful!
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