". . . Glory to the rose and the leaf, to the seed, to the silver fish. Glory to time and the wild fields, and to joy. And to grief's shock and torpor, its near swoon . . ." (Mary Oliver)
@jackies365 I’m sorry, Jackie. I still completely lose my sh*t several times per week (in private) for no “obvious” reason. I think people would be shocked if they could see inside of me - how I’ve been absolutely gutted. Nothing is right anymore. :(
@juliedduncan I pray you eventually get some relief. I see some of what you are talking about in your posts here. I wouldn't pretend to completely understand. I do care though.
