2nd Birthday Without You

Covid, cancer, and suicide aged me.

37 – How did we get here? I just forced myself to remember the year of 36….I instantly started a mental list of what I needed to continue to work on in this new year…but maybe the tears or me remembering to breathe before I went into a full melt down….reminded me of all that’s happened in the last year.

This is the part when I wanted to list them, but honestly…..I mid- key feel like it’s the

2nd birthday without my Mac Bear

This week just feels off, I don’t feel like a birthday girl, which started off with me just not being interested in having birthday plans.

I could feel his absence like it was fresh starting Monday. Saturday and Sunday he flooded my dreams and I can’t help but to think about how different things would be if he were here.

I would most likely already have plans made via him and I wouldn’t feel this huge emptiness that I can’t put into words.

I am happy that even though I can’t breathe ( from crying) , eyes burning, nose is done- but I’ve remembered to breathe before losing it all. 9/19/22- 11:02pm – 3 🙄 we got this…

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