That's what I am. Blank.
The tears have stopped but the ache inside is pulsing.
I could take another Ativan.
I could wallow in the misery.
No. I will not allow him to win.
I will stop trying to let my fingers figure it out on the keyboard, because I am tired of dwelling in this space. I am going to the garden store and I am going to buy pretty things and then I am going to play in the dirt.
I'll be back on Monday with a lighter heart.
For now, hug those you love and hold them tight. Tomorrow is not promised; make the most of today.