Months of hidden grief has taken its toll on me.  My mind feels swollen and I have days when I feel empty.  I don’t think people closest to me are even aware that I am near breaking point.  I don’t know when I can continue on keeping this facade of being emotionally strong.

I’m barely surviving, desperately holding on to the last threads of my sanity.  I can’t hardly go around the city without seeing remembrances of my girls and the family we use to have.  Maybe I should seriously contemplate of leaving this place…some place new….somewhere to start afresh.

Where I’ll be whole again….