I'm consistently tossing and turning in my bed until the wee hours of the night.
I've been losing my mind in the AM with my bed lamp turned on and my mind running loose.
The day that Brian Mammen died, changed everything.
Maybe it's denial. Maybe it's regret. Maybe it's fear.
But whatever it is, it's been eating my heart and I haven't been able to function and think the way I usually do.
A little part of me died that day and it's as if it's never coming back.
It's easy for me to say that I'm sad, but everything will be okay, but I'm not too sure about that when it comes to this situation. I'm sure a lot of people understand how I feel, and I'm thankful for their sympathy and understanding. But I think I need to ride this out on my own.
Life goes on. As sad as that may sounds, it's true.
We may be sad for insert number days, but we all know that life goes on, and humans can only help but focus on the present and future, and perhaps venture off into the past once in a while.
As for me, I'll be sleeping with my bed lamp on for the next few weeks.
I'm not finished playing this one out.
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