Monday, July 30, 2012


A rough night last night.  I was up and in tears until past 3:30 a.m.  Why?  I'm not entirely sure there's only one reason.

Part of it was still fear.  The fear of the unknown, of what's going to happen, if I'm going to be okay.  The fear that I might always be unloved, that I may be alone forever.

Part of it was crying for what was lost.  I miss my home, my friends, and my family.  I miss the actual belonging to someone.  I miss the human touch.

I have noticed though, that these nights are getting fewer and farther apart.  I'm hopeful that I'm coming out the other side.  I choose to view these nights as flukes and not the norm.

Or at least that's my story and I'm sticking to it!




Jerri's Empty Nest