It all hurts.
I need a place to put this. My mom has cancer. It’s very bad. Stage 3. So suddenly. And I’m panicking because I cannot find her favorite Christmas decoration. I went up in the attic to look for it and ended up sitting up there just thinking in the silence for about 10 minutes just surrounded by all of our memories and keepsakes. I’m not old enough for this. I feel like just a child again. I’m graduating college this week and I can’t even be excited because I know what’s coming.. in a few months? In a year? In 5 years? It’s coming. And I hate it. I feel so utterly shattered inside that I feel like I no longer know how to function... but I have to. I’m the strong one. I cry every day. Multiple times. It hurts and cracks me a little more every time I think about it. I’m going to stay overnight with her at the hospital tonight. I don’t have a nice clever way to end this. Im too empty inside.


















