I just erased two post, who really wants to read about the shit in my head.
Or the fact my mom died at 3:15 and I wake every morning at that time and fall asleep in the afternoon at that time. What does it all mean . And who really wants to read it and who really gives a dam about my experiences.
Another life changing experience with waves of grief pulling, tugging my soul, splintering it, rebuilding, molding, foreign fragments of others projections and assumptions of what is thought.
Raw with emotion, welcoming the waves of change, building strong.
Never assuming.......,,facts are pure.
Creating, safe, loved.
Screaming of pain with each wave as it cleanses the wounds.