What no one understand is that I am always counting.
1...2...3...
37 days...
I can't stop..
It helps me function.
3 hours till my next medicine
30 days till I need a refill
1...2...3....
5 days till his birthday
5 days to remember what we had planned
5 days to prepare myself for another reality he isn't here.
I thought I was progressing, but grief is never a progress that stops it is a rollercoaster.
you start to fill better than another big drop. You get done with the queezie feeling and
it starts all over again.
1...2...3...4...5...6...7...8...9............
1....2....3.....4.....5.....6....
1....2...3....4.....5....
The counting never stops...
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