What do you DO with the dark days?

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These have been some mighty dark days.

I have yelled at the tornado 🌪, for coming in and smashing up my life.

I have yelled at God for letting the damned tornado come in and smash up my life.

I have yelled at me for not being able to handle something small like an F4 🌪 tornado coming in and smashing up my life.

I have wanted to yell at family for…you get the point, beloveds. I have been wanted to yell at everyone and everything for my life being smashed up just now.

I even want to yell at mom, again, for having the absolute NERVE, to leave us all on Christmas morning 2016. Sheeeeeeeeeuut, mom. You could have waited and helped a sista out through this time.

The weeks, leading up to Christmas, are especially hard now. I have to gear myself up to NOT go into a dark place of unending mom grief.

I have done much better the past two years. This year, however,…whew!

I have fought the darkness ALL week. Relentlessly. I told myself I was okay. I told myself I would be okay.

One morning, the dark arrived and handed me a cup of ☕ coffee. I was too tired to resist. The dark remained. The dark remains. Now, I have one question:

What do you DO with the dark days?

I have thangs to do. I have a job to find. I have pieces to 📝 write. How can I DO these things in the dark?

I have asked God. He is as silent as it is dark.

I have asked The Universe. All I hear are crickets chirping.

I have asked my ♥ heart. My heart is too busy missing mom.

Thankfully, good habits came to the rescue. Good habits and 56 took charge. They sure are bossy!

I find myself dragging hard, fear, lonely, and grief out of bed each day. I ignore them. I make my ☕. I drink said coffee. I keep it pushing. I have thangs to do.

doing thangs in the dark,
Cassandra

#YourLifeMattersToMe

Note: Be encouraged. Your dark days shall have their end. In the meantime, know of a surety that you do not walk alone.

Remember, beloveds, that it is okay to not be okay until you are okay, once again. Okay?

I needed to remind myself of this. It’s okay to grieve mom. Yet, I shall show grief the door soon. Christmas is coming. I plan on spending it making mom some homemade brownies. Uh, oh!


One step.

One step.

One step.

You are loved.

You are NOT alone.

Keep on being…YOU!

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