Some days are harder

It’s never clear which day will be a better day and which will be a sucker punch.

Some days you are about to work out and something reminds you of them and you cry for twenty minutes as you sit on the floor in your workout space.

Some days you’re having a normal conversation and one word sets you off and you excuse yourself from the table without explanation.

Some days you’re having a text message conversation that looks normal and cheerful from the other person’s side while you sob alone in bed with your phone.

Some days you’re sitting at work silently letting tears slide down your face while continuing your task. And your boss comes in to ask you a question and doesn’t understand why you’re crying when you say, “Sometimes this just happens now.”

Some days you’re late to everything, even though you were never like that before, because it’s too hard to will yourself to do the next task that will get you out the door.

Some days you feel like your body is going about your business while your mind is somewhere else entirely, or maybe doesn’t exist at all.

Today was one of those days.

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Author: Sarah

30-something navigating grief, life, and making meaning of the senseless loss of her little sister. Sibling looking for connection and community among those who understand the unique pain of losing a sibling, especially in young adulthood.

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