We Suffer Alone

I’m writing from a place of sadness. A kind of empty sadness unlike any other I have ever known. I lost my mother recently.

I’m writing from a place of sadness. A kind of empty sadness unlike any other I have ever known. I lost my mother recently.

Well, it’s not like I misplaced her, she passed away. And wrestling with my emotions surrounding it is, on the best day, odd. On the worst? Painful.

These days are the latter of the two.

Now, this doesn’t mean I am incapable of functi…