Stuck

Sometimes I think, I need a few days off from writing.

And then it’s 17 days later.

The grief has been weighing me down this month.

I have been quiet with this burden, so it has been coming out in other ways.

I haven’t been sleeping well.

I’ve been forgetful.

Things are foggy.

I felt lighter in October.  Even through the bad days, I was still moving forward.

Maybe all of that daily self-reflection that was painful at times was actually clearing my mind.

Maybe this is grief exhaustion.  Is that even a term?  Seems fitting though.

Time to regroup.  Get back to those things that help my soul.

Move forward again.