I've told the story of giving honest answers, I think. My HAs. After Roxcy died I was asked how I was and I gave the standard answer, "I'm fine." (Honestly, how many of us really want to hear how someone really feels?) I was told to give the honest answer for this person knew I was not fine. After that for awhile I recorded in my journal daily my HAs or honest answers.....the true way I felt and most likely wouldn't share.
Today I am weary. To the bone, inside out. I hear the other side calling. it seems so close. I'd rather not be where I am. I am so tired of the day to day effort to survive.
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