Grief. Misery. A smidge of despair.
I'm entitled to have a little happiness.
If I could have unconditional love for a month I think my CPTSD would let up.
Waiting for a telephone call so I can celebrate during bereavement. Any day now.
Almost anything is repairable. But a person? What do you do with that?
Isolation is a luxury that I would be willing to sacrifice friends for.
