Unprepared

None of us is ever prepared for death. When a great tree falls, the birds, with no branch to perch on, scatter. Looking for a new home.

positively Purging-I welcome your feedbacks in the comments and your likes and passing the real life wisdom on to others as I embark on this new venture of “positively purging“, as I know each of these pieces represents something…urging“, as I know each of these pieces represents something…

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3 Responses to Unprepared

  1. And so I’m like the birds, I’ve been struggling since 2019, when Momma died. And although throughout the day I appear to be this happy go lucky woman, no one sees what happen over in the midnight hours almost weekly.

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    • msw blog says:

      Grief is often the hardest in the stillness of night when one is alone with their thoughts. I would suggest creating a positive nightly routine, and talking to your therapist about how to handle this time of day.

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      • Yeah I’ve been in therapy since 2018. The meds were too much. Either I’ve convinced myself their dangerous or they really are so I took myself off them cold turkey. Worst two months of my physical life. But they’re out my system now.

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