This is a photo from September. ☀️ I was crying in the yard / in the sun / for about an hour before
This is a photo from September. ☀️ I was crying in the yard / in the sun / for about an hour before Tommy came and snapped this photo. I don’t think he knew I’d been crying, staring into my phone thinking about all of the things I was missing and all of the ways I felt isolated and alone, misunderstood and anxious. I know it looks all “healing energy from the sun” and you can’t tell that I was at the peak (valley?) of a really low depressed period. That’s sort of how I feel about this week, lifted by the sun and the nice weather. It’s like the promise of spring masks the heaviness of the #pandemicanniversary (and March in general for me, which has always been my own personal #griefseason, with my dad’s birthday and #deathiversary at the end of the month). Maybe March will collectively become a sort of grief season for all of us now. The anniversary effect is a reeeeeal thing and if you’ve been feeling heightened emotions leading up to this week, you’re not crazy. Anyway, I’m grateful for the sunny days; I think nature knew we needed it in order to continue carrying the weight of what we’ve been living through. — view on Instagram https://ift.tt/3viUUCU -- source link
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