My smile curls into something less...cheerful. Meanwhile, I want him come home with an incalculable desire. If I had the energy I'd throw myself in the floor and wail and thrash my limbs. But I don't have the energy and I'm pretty sure people would talk about me behind my back.
Tuesday, February 3, 2009
stunted progress
[the manic state wanes, giving way to something more familiar.]
Labels:
heartache,
how I roll,
I'm only a part-time optimist
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Well, I wouldn't talk about you behind your back...because I know what you're going through. Although, not exactly because we deal with the pain of separation in different ways. I found the first few months to be difficult and full of relapses. It was literally a roller-coaster of emotions, with few ups and plenty of downs. I promise, though, that it will get better. Keeping busy, following a routine, picking up new hobbies, and connecting with people in similar situations got me through the rough times. Lots of hugs!
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