Day 29: Lost
Wednesday, September 19, 2012
Sometimes a picture is worth a thousand words, as they say. I hardly have any words left. Each night is spent up late crying and talking with my partner. This split is very hard for both of us. We take turns yelling, crying (ok, that's just me) and comforting each other. It's hard to get used to sleeping alone again. I keep forgetting to breathe. Trying to keep moving through my day, fulfilling responsibilities and playing my roles. But all I want to do is crawl up in a ball in my bed and sleep for a few years.