Terminal loneliness
May 19, 2017
It’s been five weeks and one day, and I promise I’m not going out of my way to keep track. It’s just an unshakeable knowing from someplace raw and bleeding, a place that feels like it is never going to heal.
It feels unsurvivable. It feels like an event incompatible with continued existence, which I realize is all incredibly stupid, but…there you have it. If I can’t be honest with myself in my own blog, why bother blogging at all?
This loneliness feels terminal. I know it’s not, but it feels that way.
I hate this fucking dystopian post-Slevin world.
Deborah Winter-Blood 
May 22, 2017 at 08:20
Much love to you in your (quite legitimate, not for nothin) grief. Hugs to you.
May 2, 2019 at 14:10
Only someone who has had a companion animal take up residence in their heart can understand. Sending you love, and my empathy, dear friend.