Exhausting Grief.

The struggle lies just beneath the surface. It feels like the flu – achy, throat feels like I can hardly swallow, tired no energy to do anything. That is grief working it’s way from the depths of my soul to the surface like volcano – leaving a mess in it’s wake as I lay on the ground exhausted by it.

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