annanotbob2's Diaryland Diary ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Gone My therapist suggested that when I'm having emotional struggles it's helpful to write about them, about what happened, how I felt and how I view the response. The very idea makes me want to lay on the floor and howl, but I don't like not writing either. I've been reading through my blog of 2019, up to when Sam died. I'd forgotten that I really reached the end of what I could do. It makes hard reading. Like this
And look at the date on that - less than a month before she died. I feel like I abandoned her at the end, my baby, my poor wee girl. I put the decorations up today, and had to put some in the hall, where her shrine is - I hate the word shrine, but that's what it is - because it feels as if that's her in some way - I put them on the wall opposite her photos, as if she could see them when I know she can't, she's not there, she's not anywhere 12:25 a.m. - 23.12.22 ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- |
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