11 August. A day that forever will be a day to never forget. To look back, to reflect, and to look forward. 3 years since Angele passed away... This morning I just wanted to crawl back into bed. Just not be here for the day. Disappear for a bit. I feel a weird mix of pain and grief combined with strength and gratefulness. And I just realized... this last year I went from wanting to crawl back in bed nearly every day, and now I don't even immediately remember the last day I fe

It's a tough time of the year for me. It feels like a tricky balancing act between the excitement of the children, helping them with setting up the Christmas tree, while deep down fighting the urge to go hide in a corner and feel sorry for myself. People asking me about my plans for the holidays, and all I can respond is "yeah, not much...". As an adult, I think I have always felt quite ambivalent towards Christmas, while for Angele it was one of the highlights of the year. S

Tired. Exhausted. Broken. Broke. Devastated. Stressed. Lost. Lonely. Sad. Stuck. Just a little selection of the words that I would be...