Falling Apart at the seams.
Stretching
Tugging
Pulling
Ripping
Unraveling
Every thread,
Every stitch,
Every Fiber of my being.
Shredded,
Tattered,
Broken
My very soul exposed, aching, bare.
Lying in a heaping pile of tears and helplessness and pain and fear.
Waiting to be made into something more beautiful.
I’m falling apart at the seams.
Heather, I love you so much. We will all be here to put you back together again.
Yes, I know, and it’s awful, and it seems to never end, and even though you express it and sympathetic reactions will follow, you will feel alone in your suffering. And that is the worst. But you are still alive, and there is always hope even if in wrenching physical and mental agony. Breath, prayer, acceptance of the utter misery, compassion and hope. Some good will come of it … Always. Love to you Heather
Truly here for you Heather. I don’t like that right now you are having to write about pain, and uncertainty. I wish it was something else but it is not. More than anything I want you to feel at peace with this. I’m not sure I could do that if it were me. Please know I’m thinking of you and can put you in touch with my friend who shares physicians with you. She is amazing.
Love you!