I bit the bullet and informed HR at work and FB on the socials today. I hope this means I won't have to go over the details with everyone one by one, because I don't think have it in me.
Writing up a reflection of Amma was easier than speaking, which I still can't do without breaking down.
It hurts everywhere. Some of it is from a record number of bumps and bruises over the past few days. But it also just hurts all over.
I don't have the wherewithal to find it, but I heard a snippet on the radio before all this went down about how fibromyalgia (which is what this feels like) never shows up alone, but is always pinned to depression, of ACEs (Adverse Childhood Experiences), or traumas.
Pic: My mom treasured this photo because her name was Manu and I took this for her on a 1998 trip to Hawaii.
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All the necessary and perfunctory tasks one has to do at this time seem ridiculously burdensome when you are in deep grief and mourning. And yes, the pain is emotional and physical. I'm so sorry.
Did your family of origin practice Boss Days? I had assumed it was your invention.
I remember being angry that the mail still came when my parents died. Like, how can the world keep going? What I wanted was to disappear for a bit, until it didn’t hurt so much. Sadly impossible.
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