How does it feel to have a very deep wound, deeper than the anything you ever had, then put a scoop of rocky road ice cream on top to sugar coat everything. An ice cream is an awful analogy but that's one of his favourites.
It's tiring. It's like there is an unending stumble of domino chips, a prolonged effect of Murphy's law. It's emotionally exhausting when you are trying so hard to convince your self that you are tough and you can get through this, day by day, it's alright. But it will just hit you, in a blink of an eye. One particular instance, like a slap in your face. Oh wait, i'm not okay. There's a burst of gazillion of heavy emotions that leaves you baffled where were all these came from? How good was I on putting it aside and here they are, sitting on my lap. Here they are, swallowing me whole with a very very heavy heart.
PS
I hope that the reader is smart enough to realise that most of the blog entries are posted on random dates.
