Ronni
Well-known Member
- Location
- Nashville TN
I’ve been holding all my broken pieces together since Devin died, with frayed string and an iron will, and now, finally, we’ve arrived at my favorite Florida destination for a week of desperately needed therapeutic do-nothing time, so I can just let go. I’ve been trying to get away for the last two months.
I want a week free of have-to’s, free of clock watching and being ruled by time. I want the freedom to watch movies back to back all day, do Lego whenever I want, stay in bed till noon, stretch out on the porch swing and watch the world go by.
I want to just be, for a little while, let life take me where it wants, lean into the emotional turmoil inside me, and purge what I can. I won’t be healed, or made whole again, I will always be incomplete without my boy, but I hope for a measure of relief, a small island of calm in the turmoil.
Since we’ve arrived, just a couple hours ago, I can feel the dam I’ve built to contain my emotional turmoi,l starting to crumble. Tamping down my emotion constantly because I’m at the store or with a client or eating dinner out or the thousand other reasons that I can’t sob uncontrollably in that moment, has worn me out, and down.
I think it’s part of the reason I’ve had so many headaches when I was hardly bothered with them before. When I start to cry but know I can’t in that moment, there’s a tightening at the back of my throat along with a teeth clamping thing, plus a physical bearing down that leaves me shaking,
It’s what I do, all the time. I need to release that, need the time and space to do that. And I’m terrified of the storm that’s coming.
I want a week free of have-to’s, free of clock watching and being ruled by time. I want the freedom to watch movies back to back all day, do Lego whenever I want, stay in bed till noon, stretch out on the porch swing and watch the world go by.
I want to just be, for a little while, let life take me where it wants, lean into the emotional turmoil inside me, and purge what I can. I won’t be healed, or made whole again, I will always be incomplete without my boy, but I hope for a measure of relief, a small island of calm in the turmoil.
Since we’ve arrived, just a couple hours ago, I can feel the dam I’ve built to contain my emotional turmoi,l starting to crumble. Tamping down my emotion constantly because I’m at the store or with a client or eating dinner out or the thousand other reasons that I can’t sob uncontrollably in that moment, has worn me out, and down.
I think it’s part of the reason I’ve had so many headaches when I was hardly bothered with them before. When I start to cry but know I can’t in that moment, there’s a tightening at the back of my throat along with a teeth clamping thing, plus a physical bearing down that leaves me shaking,
It’s what I do, all the time. I need to release that, need the time and space to do that. And I’m terrified of the storm that’s coming.




