Some days I think I'm doing ok...most days I know that I'm not. I wonder if it ever gets better. Will there ever be a day that I look forward to getting out of bed. Most nights I dread going to bed because of the nightmares I have of not being able to find Brian anywhere. Everything I do is only because I have to. I have to do the laundry, the dishes, take out the trash, pay the bills, etc. I spend time with Mom and John because they need me to do things for them and take them places. I can't seem to stand being around people anymore for any length of time. I find reasons to leave any family event as soon as possible and I don't attend any other events at all. If it involves leaving the house, I have a really hard time doing it. That includes going to the store. I'm thinking that won't get better either.
I've rearranged the guitars on the wall again. I am selling the last of the guitars (except, of course, the special ones). I added angel wings to Brian's electric guitar...it looks nice.
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