The humidity outside has lifted, settling in my chest. I cannot take a deep breath for the grief circulating around my lungs, slowly slogging inside my body. My blood feels thick, sticky in my veins, wanting to lie still. How easy it would be to wallow in this misery, to allow the body to fade. It doesn’t feel like mine. *** Dont worry. I’m ok. Today is the fourth anniversay of my mothers death plus it’s been three days of almost constant exposure to details of the mass shooting. I was feeling overwhelmed and needed to get it out. Thanks … Continue reading Grief the Invader