Again I have undertook the challenge of the Brit Mums Blog Prompt.
If I wouldn’t be judged harshly, I would say _____________ out loud.
Simply this would be ,
I am the picture of a woman moving forward, being strong for her children, facing her grief.
Look under the covers you would be surprised at what you might find.
The ragged edges of pure grief tearing into my mind and heart. A word , a smell I’m falling back through the years, holding her again in my arms.
It’s been nearly three years since we lost her, but to me it feels like only yesterday. As I close my eyes I peel back the years and release the memories, this in when the tears begin to fall.
So if I was going to confess something in hope of not being judged it is simply this,
I’m struggling, its hurting.