Thursday, Dec. 12, 2019 @ 4:39 pm
One year ago, he abandoned me on the ski hill in the dark, and in that moment I began to systematically dismantle my life.
I hurt inside, an upswelling of grief.
Is there trauma embedded in a season, in a day of the year?
I am going dancing tonight, and I am not sure that I will be able to make it through the lessons without crying. But I'm going to go anyhow, because that's the only way through this.