I've started and deleted more blog posts in the last 24 hours than I ever have. The thoughts, words, and feelings that are racing from one side to the other of my brain are not printable. They are stuck in a world of pain, hurt, grief, and so much more. I can't get those words out. I've not slept. I tossed and turned. I would fall asleep only to wake in terror that 'this was my reality coming true'. PTSD sux. Heaven have mercy does it ever.
So I leave you with 3 separate posts that speak the words that I am unable to speak.
They are real.
They are raw.
They are hard to read.
They are raw.
They are hard to read.
I know 2 of the 3 of these ladies personally.
Please take the time to read them. Visit their blogs and share with them your love and support.
Soul Cancer/The Hearts and Hands behind the Guns (L* is fellow trauma momma. I love and respect her so incredible much.
When Reality Goes Beyond the Imaginable (Kristine is a dear sweet friend. I wish we lived closer. I wish we could sit..her with her wine...me with my Diet Cherry Pepsi, wipe away our tears and love in each other like we both so desperately need. I will get to do that with her in March. March will not come soon enough)
Thinking the Unthinkable (this is a new blog to me. Mommy Needs Therapy or a Bottle of Wine shared this link with me.)
2 comments:
hugs...
I imagine it's on most peoples minds right. It hurts for so many... for so many different reasons.
I have no wisdom to impart and no fancy words of comfort to offer... other than...
I'm reading and listening and sending hugs <3
It is just more than any of us can deal with I think. I'm sorry you too are hurting, but very happy that our entire nation is hurting. It shows, those babies mean something to all of us. They are not, nor will they ever be, just some kids that died. They will always be, those wonderful little babies that touched a nation.
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