I usually have four to six books going at the same time. Usually a romance, a fantasy or science fiction, a dark romance, a literary fiction, a mystery/thriller, or something that is part of a series.

I think the DMV gets a bad wrap. Just like attorneys often get a bad wrap. Not every DMV employee is horrible. Not every attorney is a horrible person.

It is so weird when things feel like now is the time. I have emotions with those things still, but up until this moment in time I hadn’t been able to face the emotions.

Grief is like an earthquake. It really is - my whole world falling and breaking apart. I bend over to pick pieces off the floor and whatever it was before - isn’t even recognizable now.

I haven’t been out of the house much this month. My grief and depression are playing off of each other. One of my coping mechanisms is reading. I read to escape my life. I read a ton of books to escape my pain.

This is exactly how it feels. All of it. 

It is 3 o’clock in the afternoon. I sit in the middle of the bed not on my side, not on her side

In therapy yesterday, I was talking about how most days since my love died, I walk around in a fog. I have brain fog where I will be in the middle of something and zone out and come back washing dishes or sitting on the edge of the bed,