And Now She is Gone

My journey through grief

It Lives With Me

I live with loneliness.

It’s a loneliness that crawls over me. It gets into my head and makes me doubt whether I am good enough.

It attaches itself to my most personal parts and tempts me in ways that make me feel ashamed.

It follows me like a bastard shadow, and trips me up as it kicks my feet.

I try to navigate my way through, but it is an endless labyrinth of stone with sharp corners and walls covered in rotting ivy.

Sometimes I can hear it. It’s a low static thumping that keeps me awake at night and clouds my mind during the day. It whispers words that punch deep and bruise me dark.

I don’t know if it will ever leave, I don’t if I will ever get used to it.

So, I live with loneliness.

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