The stages of grief truly waver. The denial, anger, bargaining, depression, and acceptance wait in line, to take their turn.
One of my friends told me that I should advocate for myself, like I do my family.
It is almost like time is moving around us, and I feel like we are stuck in the same, repeating reel.
Is this an emotion that simply cannot be understood, unless you have lived in my shoes?
Close your eyes and make a wish.
The already altered picture of what I thought my life would look like, became even blurrier.