Oh, there are words. It's not like there's dust and cobwebs taking up space in my brain, at least I don't think there is. It's just that if I wrote what comes to mind it would look like this.
David. David. David. Evelyn. Evelyn. David. Dead. Gone. Cry. Cry. Pain. Cry. Tired. Broken. Cry. Tired. David. Evelyn etc. etc. etc.
So you see, how interesting is that? Not very. In fact it is kind of pathetic and sad. Welcome to my world.
It's been 2 1/2 years today. I don't know how that is even possible...it just happened. Didn't it? It is the most indescribable phenomenon. If I stop and think and count it adds up to what I just said, 2 1/2 years. But just in general, every day time, it was only last month. AT THE VERY MOST. And each day is just a replay of that one day. It used to overwhelm me and stop me in my tracks. I spent the first year and a half learning how to breathe again because from the moment I climbed out of that 'well' it was different. My body no longer did it automatically. I still struggle with that, the breathing thing, from time to time, but I would say I've gotten back to 85/90 percent.
I still cry just about every time I am in the car. No idea why, it comes on so suddenly and my heart breaks all over again. There is no escape. Ever.
My scars are real. I see them when I look in a mirror, It's like a road map is looking back at me. I wonder ALL THE TIME what David would think of this me. He used to love me so much and think I was the most beautiful thing he had ever seen. I look at my reflection and think he wouldn't know me or want me. It's okay, it is what it is.
Anyway...that's all I've got.
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