Tommorrow it will be 6 months exactly since Sarah was so viciously taken off this earth. 6 months of what? Of my life being wasted? Not really. But I can't believe it's been 6 months. Time moves so slowly these days. I guess that's grief.I'm so sick of that word, grief.
In some ways it's gotten better. I don't feel quite as raw, but as soon as I even THINK THAT I AM NOT RAW WITH PAIN, the emotional vomit pushes its way up to my throat and I have to run, run, run to the bathroom, run anywhere to spew it all over the place.
I'm so sick of being this sad, half-broken, half-recovering person. I think I still have my sense of humor. Do I? Where is the girl from 6 months ago? Where is the girl from 1 year ago or 10 years ago? So much change and yet so LITTLE change. I hate change, I think. I'm terrified of it. I want to live the life of someone else, but I can't think of anybody else I COULD be besides me.