Or more appropriately titled.
How to {Not} Commit a Murder/Suicide on a Sunday morning.. (or any morning for that matter)
My thoughts have been wildly out of control these last few weeks.
I am in constant Crippling fear of the most horrifying death imaginable..
MY Children Drowning in an over Flowing Freezing cold Fast moving river.
MY husband dying in his sleep, or in a car accident on his was home from work.
My Little sister being thrown down a flight of stairs to her doom.
MY older sister O.D. on some god forsaken drug that she hasnt touched in years..
My little brother being stabbed to death by a stranger looking for a fight.
ME. All Alone, Hulling myself up in a closet that only has one key.. and that key being lost..
Having to deal with the Anger, Sadness, Frailness, insecureness, hopelessness but most of all the Greif. The
Lonliness that comes with Loss.
I've gotten pretty good at holding it in. But today It has barreled down on me like a rogue wave, Waiting to
sweep me under the current and carry me into the abyss.
I realize the craziness in my head.. The thoughts that make me want to protect my family from the unknown..
ITs not right.. I'm not right today..
Thank you God that today is soon turning into tomorrow..
and hopefully I can bed the grief that is all consuming..
I KNOW I'm safe.. I KNOW my kids are safe..
God grant me the serenity
to accept the things I cannot change;
courage to change the things I can;
and wisdom to know the difference.