This is a Really Real Mental Health Post.

As hard as I try, sometimes it’s really hard to get the complexity of my emotions across in written form.

Like last night, for instance.

I wrote the piece on my emotions surrounding Parker, I sat here with tears streaming down my face, but moments later I was okay.  I was going about my daily life like nothing was wrong.  I wasn’t sad and it wasn’t weighing heavily on me.

I had gotten it out and let it go for the moment.

And sometimes it’s like that.

I write about hard stuff.

I’ve had a hard life and I’m working through a lot of that.

And there are a lot of times when that hard life knocks me off my feet for 5 minutes, just 5 minutes.  I write about it, I spill my tears onto the keys and onto the screen and let myself get fully wrapped up in the emotions for as long as it takes me to get the words out.

And then I pack it away until the next time it can’t be contained any longer.