The Roads Of Grief

Journal Notes, 2022

Friday Morning, 5:07 am… I’m staring at my journal with words I can’t read. I feel affection for my wounds, tuning into lessons; Where am I again?

Lately, I’ve been feeling all the things. A few years ago, I was recovering from a suicide attempt and divorce, trying to find out who George was. Then the pandemic took over…

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