On the Eve of Christmas...
As I sit here in my parents house, at their computer, I'm contemplating what to write. The past week until today has been a HUGE rollercoaster ride. I can't get into specifics, but basically my grief has been brought all the way back to the beginning. I am feeling more raw then I have before, or at least it feels that way. It's almost like the scab was starting to form, and someone ripped it off and the wound is bleeding anew. Last weekend, I even questioned being alive, and my life's meaning. Thank God that I was on the phone with my mom in that moment because honestly, would I even be alive right now writing this blog? And maybe you are thinking, Jenn, stop being so dramatic. Honestly, I wish I could wake up from this nightmare and also stop having these crazy emotions and thoughts that haunt me DAILY. What also sucks about this journey at the moment (not like it wouldn't ever not suck) is that I am beginning to HATE crowds and I exper...