Grief is a weird thing. It cycles around. all my lectures on grief kick in and I found myself identifying which stage I'm in. I could almost write nursing notes on myself "Ginnie appears to be mainly in the denial stage of grief and doesn't appear to be coming out of if any time soon". Numbness is my friend. The time is passing and I'm not sure how. I've learnt the hard way that time heals so its rapid passing doesn't bother. Though I know the other 4 stages await me. I'm not keen to face them.
I'm cooking up a bit batch of roast beetroot for the week ahead. Its going to be my energy food. Eating is hard for me when I'm upset, yet things all feel more balanced when I do. Not too sure why beetroot is my weapon of choice. Thank you for the many messages I have had from people. Sorry I haven't replied. I shall do later, once things quieten down.
~Gin
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