All was well...going about my day. Found many, many happy aspects to smile about.
Came home...and there was a knock at the door. It was the postlady, bringing me a package. A gift? I didn't remember ordering anything. She had said they tried to deliver it a week ago Saturday, but no one was home. I wasn't home...I was headed to Seattle.
I looked at the name on the label.
I lost my breath...
It was addressed to Stacey.
One of the many packages she had sent here in preparation to her move. I sat on my living room floor and ripped open the box. DVD's. 7 of them. I flipped through the titles, slowly, then more quickly. Conversations flooded over me...remembering moments, shared moments. The dam of emotions broke free.
I curled on the floor and cried. Sobbed...begging for a release from this pain that was suffocating me. The DVD's laid across the floor as I made my way to my bedroom. Into my nightstand...I found my resolve. I stared at it. Slid into bed. Pulling back the covers and slipping inside. Unsure why I was cold.
I laid in calm...at peace, however rational enough to realize how fucked up the situation was. I began dialing...number after number...ringing and ringing...no one was picking up. Finally, there was a voice. Words spurted out of me...I told her I needed her to come over...now. Regardless of our current status, I knew she would be here.
And she was. She left with little discussion, and with my resolve in a duffel bag.
This was Tuesday.
Came home...and there was a knock at the door. It was the postlady, bringing me a package. A gift? I didn't remember ordering anything. She had said they tried to deliver it a week ago Saturday, but no one was home. I wasn't home...I was headed to Seattle.
I looked at the name on the label.
I lost my breath...
It was addressed to Stacey.
One of the many packages she had sent here in preparation to her move. I sat on my living room floor and ripped open the box. DVD's. 7 of them. I flipped through the titles, slowly, then more quickly. Conversations flooded over me...remembering moments, shared moments. The dam of emotions broke free.
I curled on the floor and cried. Sobbed...begging for a release from this pain that was suffocating me. The DVD's laid across the floor as I made my way to my bedroom. Into my nightstand...I found my resolve. I stared at it. Slid into bed. Pulling back the covers and slipping inside. Unsure why I was cold.
I laid in calm...at peace, however rational enough to realize how fucked up the situation was. I began dialing...number after number...ringing and ringing...no one was picking up. Finally, there was a voice. Words spurted out of me...I told her I needed her to come over...now. Regardless of our current status, I knew she would be here.
And she was. She left with little discussion, and with my resolve in a duffel bag.
This was Tuesday.
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Just keep feeling---however and whatever it is that you are feeling... just don't feel like you have to be "ok" before you are ready.
Tell people if you have to or make a blanket statement that you do not want to be asked: Are you ok?
Feeling better?
I worked in an office in FL and a co-worker lost her father. She only missed one day of work. Before she came back she asked her closest friend there to tell everyone NOT to ask her anything, to treat her as they usually did, and she would deal with having to be there better.