In the pit of my stomach, in the center of my heart. In every thought in my mind. It makes my brain come alive.
You know that feeling. It courses all through your body.
Triggered. A mix of scary, excitement, feeling.
A reminder of loss. Reliving the hurt. All the things he said. But also all the good. There is still hope inside of me.
It is as if I am slowly dying.
Everyone tells me it gets better. But in moments like these there is no better. Only love with no place to go. Except to the pit of my stomach, to the center of my heart. To every thought in my mind making my brain come alive.
I will probably be out of commission for a few days. Breathing. Taking my time. Grieving. Passing through every stage. Again.
This is my favorite necklace. My mom bought it for me when we were in Park City this past April. I always think how My guy on a buffalo could probably tell me what kind of rock it is,