What Are You Thinking? Continued 14

I slept 4 hours, I needed at least double that after all the weekend shenanigans. I had a dream about mom, then woke up to think about mom and at that point I knew the night was lost. 😞

No knitting today, it wouldn’t end well in this tired state.
I also dreamt of my mom, the same dream as usual - her adamantly debating her living status until I concede, only to wake up and be reminded that she’s gone.

The back and forth is exhausting. I wish I could dream of her in a way that feels connective, or reminiscent, or something other than the combative present we often find ourselves in.

The last time I wrote and complained about this, I didn’t dream about her for months. That was also bad.

There’s really no winning these games. ❤️
 
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I also dreamt of my mom, the same dream as usual - her adamantly debating her living status until I concede, only to wake up and be reminded that she’s gone.

The back and forth is exhausting. I wish I could dream of her in a way that feels connective, or reminiscent, or something other than the combative present we often find ourselves in.

The last time I wrote and complained about this, I didn’t dream about her for months. That was also bad.

There’s really no winning these games. ❤️
Grief is fucking horrible, but it's also not a battle, it's there all the time, and it will 100% kick you in the bits when you least expect it, when you pick up something mundane and suddenly your mind floods with memories and suddenly you are close to tears in a fucking butchers or something, but, as things go one, the kick in the bits is lessened and you become welcoming of the memories and the dreams and they become part of you, a comfort rather than a reminder.
 
I also dreamt of my mom, the same dream as usual - her adamantly debating her living status until I concede, only to wake up and be reminded that she’s gone.

The back and forth is exhausting. I wish I could dream of her in a way that feels connective, or reminiscent, or something other than the combative present we often find ourselves in.

The last time I wrote and complained about this, I didn’t dream about her for months. That was also bad.

There’s really no winning these games. ❤️
❤️

My mom is still alive, physically. Mentally she’s not really here, and I keep having horrible guilt trips because of all kinds of mom related things, often in the middle of the night.
 
❤️

My mom is still alive, physically. Mentally she’s not really here, and I keep having horrible guilt trips because of all kinds of mom related things, often in the middle of the night.
We kept them up in the middle of the night when we were babies and now it’s their turn. Not exactly how the Lion King portrayed the circle of life 😋

❤️
 
I never used to like sunrises too much. And then I realized that every sunrise is a beautiful promise that today can be better than yesterday. I still prefer sunsets but I do appreciate sunrise through new eyes.
 
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