I got my mother’s day hives last week. With the help of Benadryl, it’s cleared up. Weird I get all these rashes during grieving season. And then they go away after the June fifth death anniversary. Poof! They vanish.
That first year, Mother’s Day hit me like a ton of bricks. That title expresses exactly how I felt. I felt bitter and resentment and I was pissed at the world. “Go on, go celebrate all your living children,” I wanted to scream.
I wanted to be mad at someone but there was no one to be angry with. … Read more... “Happy f–ing mother’s day”
All week, those Mother’s Day ads, hearts, balloons, flowers, greeting cards have stalked me where ever I go. It’s hard not to see them as reminders of my chid that it no longer here.
The week was brutal. It’s only better now because I have my oldest with me now.
So remember friends of yours who’ve lost a child. Remember friends you know who’ve lost their mom. And remember mothers who have a child suffering from addiction, not in recovery.
I saved the last line for my mom who I am fortunate to still have. I love you!
… Read more... “Stalking heart— #griefheart number 241”