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Today I felt very numb.
As a result, I didn't cry once. Not once.
I don't know if this is a good thing or a bad thing...
I'm really just not ready to let go. Especially because the feeling surges through my chest throughout the day. Whenever something reminds me of him, which is just about everything, it's like taking an adrenaline shot to the chest. I feel like half of the surge is the gripping of the grief and the other is the little flame trying to survive there.
The numbness, however, is way too familiar. I don't want to feel like this again.
As a result, I didn't cry once. Not once.
I don't know if this is a good thing or a bad thing...
I'm really just not ready to let go. Especially because the feeling surges through my chest throughout the day. Whenever something reminds me of him, which is just about everything, it's like taking an adrenaline shot to the chest. I feel like half of the surge is the gripping of the grief and the other is the little flame trying to survive there.
The numbness, however, is way too familiar. I don't want to feel like this again.