Psychotically Sane

At work we talked about nothing except what we lost. At home I want to talk about it but I have no one to listen.

I don’t have the balance and it’s bothering me more than it should.

I want to curl up into a little ball and cry away the night. I want to go to sleep and sleep until tomorrow morning when I have to wake up and face the day. Put my brave face on and pretending losing a friend doesn’t bother me.

They reluctantly made the announcement at huddle and of course I started silently crying. Hell, the tears started coming even before she said the words. The look on her face as she prepared to deliver the devastating news is what broke me down.

Shit. Wednesday is the wake and Thursday is the funeral. I’m not going to be able to handle this.

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