I keep moving forward but it doesn’t feel like I’m getting anywhere. Time is moving on and I don’t feel like I’m any further ahead. I’m breathing. Breathing. But sometimes I find myself holding my breath.
I’m still reeling from Mother’s Day. Wasn’t that ages ago? I still have not resurfaced. I’m standing on shaky ground. My Instinct, extinct. I don’t trust my gut and that feels so uncomfortable and unfamiliar.
Is that a new bruise?
Why is she so clingy?
Headache? He doesn’t ever get headaches.
What’s with the dark circles under her eyes?
Am I making all this up?
And that’s just my baseline. Totally preoccupied with, mostly, Piper’s health, which is Totally fine, might I add, and then all the other firsts and nexts that I’m tackling daily. I’m just pretty much on the edge. But then once I get going I somehow manage to keep going. Just not sure where we go now that we are here.
And if this all sounds like rambling craziness then welcome to my world.