I don’t remember the last time I had a grief wave hit me this hard or last this long.
It’s leaving me in a fog. In a mental state of confusion. I’m slow, and I’m easily distracted and I’m unable to concentrate.
I had forgotten what full on grief does to me.
I had forgotten what it feels like to ride the wave of pain.
I’m pretty sure I don’t fucking like it.
But it will pass. And life will get better. I’m glad that I don’t have to be in school this week.