Clearing my head last Saturday really was so helpful.
I could breathe.
My brain could breathe.
But it has been hard too.
It opened up space to look at more grief.
And even when I am not *looking* at grief,
It is all around me.
My sister is cooking and singing.
I don't want to squash her
Or even the feelings it all evokes.
Think I'll go clean my bathroom.
Some place where my tears can be unhindered.
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