I made a trip to the ER recently. I am fine. I strained the Achilles tendon falling down my front porch stairs. I am feeling fine now. The trip to the ER though was waves of grief hitting.

I have a spot on the counter where objects that I don’t know what to do with end up. Right now I have a big bowl that captures smaller things, but some objects that end up there

It really seems like I should have a tag hanging around my neck saying “Out of Order.” I don’t feel like I have been a fully functioning adult since M died.

Art journaling helps me process my feelings around my grief.