I want to be loved again but not right now and also RIGHT NOW, but exactly how I want it

Keywords: at home , anxiety , depression , grief , widow

For a long time, I was better. Maybe it was the counseling. Or the meds. Or the cocoon of safety my family provided me. Maybe it was the daily run in the middle of summer in Texas, when the heat lanced all feelings straight from the wound. Maybe it was the job I couldn’t wait to start. Whatever it was, it didn’t matter because I was better.

better – Michelle Underwood (michbelleunderwood.com)

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