Dear sophiesmom.
I most certainly do understand, which makes it all the worse as I am unable to reach through the screen and do my utmost to help you.
When we are in the grip of this all pervasive inky blackness we feel that there will never be any relief, that nothing can stop the pain. I won't write you platitudes or tell you that everything will be fine tomorrow....But what I will tell you is that I know for a certainty that things can get better for you. With grief, dreadful sadness, desire to isolate, perpetual darkness... we find it so very hard to see anything good ahead for us. But I ask that you try something very simple, not challenging in any way...change just 2 things about your day tomorrow. Maybe set your alarm and wake up 2 hours earlier, set the table for breakfast rather than skipping it, put on a favourite clothing item that you have not worn in ages...anything, as long as its 'different'.
Sofiesmom, the light in the inky blackness may seem impossibly elusive, and may take a while to find...but I know for sure that if we persistently look for the key we can eventually find it.
Please be kind to yourself sophiesmom...I would be happy for you to message me anytime if you feel like chatting.
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The devil whispered in my ear, "You cannot withstand the storm." I whispered back, "I am the storm."
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