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goodnightmoonI am trying to determine if anyone on Tumblr actually enjoyed Welcome to Nightvale or if they just like arguing about the race of the characters.
In other news, I am beyond disappointed that Revolution has been cancelled. I'm relieved that Hannibal wasn't, but those were the only two shows I was really pulling for. Even Supernatural I think it's time to put to bed. I watched the first episode of Penny Dreadful and I'm looking forward to that too. I think I'm too mad at NBC about Revolution to give Constantine a shot.
There's really not anything else to report in the state of me. I sleep a lot. A lot. It's the only way I stop the memories and pain from engulfing me completely. I feel like I should be doing more, I should be ready to rejoin the land of the living and get a job and start pulling my life together, but I honestly just don't care. I just want to sleep, and not think. I don't want to be. I'm not suicidal, I'd never do that, but I crave oblivion. A surcease of anxiety and the sucking, hollow ache that lives in my chest now. It's been four months since my daughter died in my arms. I'm not the first or last parent to lose a child. The world keeps turning around me. But I can't seem to find my place in it now.
In other news, I am beyond disappointed that Revolution has been cancelled. I'm relieved that Hannibal wasn't, but those were the only two shows I was really pulling for. Even Supernatural I think it's time to put to bed. I watched the first episode of Penny Dreadful and I'm looking forward to that too. I think I'm too mad at NBC about Revolution to give Constantine a shot.
There's really not anything else to report in the state of me. I sleep a lot. A lot. It's the only way I stop the memories and pain from engulfing me completely. I feel like I should be doing more, I should be ready to rejoin the land of the living and get a job and start pulling my life together, but I honestly just don't care. I just want to sleep, and not think. I don't want to be. I'm not suicidal, I'd never do that, but I crave oblivion. A surcease of anxiety and the sucking, hollow ache that lives in my chest now. It's been four months since my daughter died in my arms. I'm not the first or last parent to lose a child. The world keeps turning around me. But I can't seem to find my place in it now.
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Date: 2014-05-14 03:50 am (UTC)I'm sorry things are still so hard and raw. I'm sorry that the world is still knocking you down during your time of mourning but do try to be gentle with yourself. No one else's experience is like yours - no matter how many similarities there are in the situations, judging yourself against how someone else handled their loss is unfair. There will come a time when you will have to do more and you will - I wish that I could allow you all the time you need before that happened but the world doesn't pause, I know that one all too well. I do wish I lived close enough to do something more ... just more. Even if it was to just come sit with you.