Grief. My alter ego tries to hoist me out of bed in the morning

Share38Tweet2+11Share41 SharesAlter Ego:  Morning. Time to get up.  Me: I don’t want to.  Alter Ego: You have to get up.  Me: But I’m not ready. I have to face the fact he’s gone when I’m awake.  Alter Ego: Are you going to spend all day in bed?  Won’t that totally depress you?  Me: Yeah. It will.  Alter Ego: What are you going … Continue reading Grief. My alter ego tries to hoist me out of bed in the morning