Sunday, June 29, 2008

I am just tired

I am just tired of feeling so bleh.

My heart is achy, sad, heavy. But nothing is as intense as it once was. This is a background of sorrow. Enough that I am miserable, but never reach a cathartic episode.

I told Triple S that I still feel sad and there is nothing more to say about it. What should I do, state again that I am sad, that this sucks, that it is not fair, that we miss her? It's all been said ad nauseam.

I am tired. I am lazy. I am in the doldrums. I am overwhelmed by all the little things I need to get done and I am under-whelmed by my desire to do them.

OK, I sense that Triple S is crying- I hear his keyboard going.

We hate Sundays.

4 comments:

Mrs. Spit said...

This truly is the hard part of grief. The day in, day out. Every morning you wake up, and you are the mother of a dead baby. It's like losing them all over again. Every night, you go to sleep, without a baby to rock.

The shock has warn off, everyone thinks you should be back to normal, and you are left alone with this great sorrow.

I'm sorry. Tomorrow is another day. Maybe a better day, maybe not, but another day. I hang on to Anne of Green Gables words: "Tomorrow is a fresh day. With no mistakes in it".

janis said...

yes, that dull ache that never goes away yet still pierces through your heart.

(hugs)) I am so sorry.

Sue said...

I'm so sorry. It's been six months for me, and the idea of slogging through this, carrying this forever is exhausting.

I am told it will get better. To try to hold on to the good, small moments.

Thinking of you and your husband.

c. said...

Sunday has always been an awful, depressing day for me. Sorry yours was particularly bad.

That ache just stays with us and we just have to figure out a way to live with something we've never had to before. And it's hard. OMG. It's so hard.

Thinking of you, hon. Today is indeed a new day.