Thread: Numb

I wish more than anything that I could tell tales of a wonderful week. I wish I could inspire someone to think, "Wow! I hope my week goes like that!"

But I can't.

A week of exhaustion has left me numb. A friend of mine was hurt, my love is dealing with issues, as is another friend of mine - though her issues are different. Too add onto their troubles, I have had issues of my own which weave through my words and keep me from hiding that something is wrong.

Now I just got off the phone with my aunt. It seems that it comes down to me to confront my mother. My mother has been cutting off all aspects of her life, including her family, in favor of the church.

Belief is great, but I miss my mom.

I am known as the wordsmith in the family. Thus, I am the one who is supposed to write some sort of letter even despite the fact that those who have the concern are older than I am and are old enough to deal with their own issues. Still, I am the one who has been picked to write it.

I know what the results will be, but I have been urged to write the letter anyway.

So.

Anyone have a place I can stay? I don't need a room. A couch or even a floor is fine.

Come on in, Silverwriter. There is plenty of room for you, with warm doggies you can pet to help ease your mind, other souls to listen and to commiserate with you and plenty of wine and warmth.

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