No Words

I’m not a writer.

Writing is something I hope to achieve one day.

I do write: journals, letters, notes, lists.

I seem to be more of a lister than a writer.

I have lists of things I want to write about.

I just have no words.

I have no words for the injustices happening around the world.

I have no words for the heart ache happening in my life . . .

  • my Mom passed away in June
  • my brother is not speaking to me after learning of my Mom’s final wishes
  • my mother-in-law was placed into a nursing home because she can no longer care for herself but we, family members, can NOT be with her due to this stupid virus
  • my husbands health has taken a turn for the not so good…nothing life threatening yet but life altering

Life altering.

I feel it.

You feel it.

Yet, I cannot find the words.

4 thoughts on “No Words

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  1. Sounds like a rough time. Thought I’d drop you a message from halfway across the world just to tell you that I read your story, and that it reads pretty awesome for someone who has no words. Wishing you all the best!

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