Word Project: Day Seventeen

I didn’t write yesterday. I was going to try and catch up today, but the fact is, I’m tired. I tried to find a song or a quote that could summarise the grief I am feeling right now, but I can’t. The pain and anguish that is causing this particular grief spell is new to me, and I’m still trying to process how it is that this grief is causing me such unprecedented anger and resentment. I don’t have words for the longing in my heart, and the physical yearn in my stomach. 
I am tired. Utterly, feverently exhausted by grief.

I feel unloved.

I feel unappreciated.

I feel unworthy.

I feel unseen and unheard.

I feel completely pathetic.

I feel as though I must be an awful mother.

I feel misunderstood.

I feel as though I will never be enough.

I will never be complete.

I feel cheated.

I feel robbed.

I feel as though the huge, aching hole in my heart will never be filled, and I’ll never recover.

I feel as if I don’t deserve to recover. 

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