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
I feel it.
You feel it.
Yet, I cannot find the words.