I'm sorry about not writing sooner, but May is that sort of month. As I mentioned in my previous post, May 5th was the 8th anniversary of my brother's death. May 15th marked the seventh anniversary of my Mom's death. I'm not broken in the same way, but I'm still not the person I was before those events and every year requires me to go back and consider myself and what I've done with my life.
As usual, what I see is not good.
But, it is what it is, and repeating the same post over and over isn't going to change it. I am fixing myself, but slowly, probably too slowly.