My current feelings of greif are centred around:
My innocence lost before my life had really begun. I realise that I have memories, they are just not visual, they are emotional and physical. Sensations and feelings.
My life lived in despair that something was not quite right with me, the black smear on my soul that has always clouded my feelings and perceptions of myself and others.
My pain at every rejection, both real and imagined. Family. Friends. Lovers. Unable to love myself and seeking what I cannot give myself from others.
My pre-emptive rejection of others, where fear and pain reign supreme in my heart, rending me unable to love as I should.
My exquisitely painful love for my children; full of fear and expectation for them and their futures.
My indifferent relationship with my father; born of his rejection, disinterest and prejudice.
My torturous relationship with my mother; a result of attempted domination, immaturity and a fear of rejection on both sides.
My distant relationship with my sisters; life has taken us down very different paths as we have made radically different life choices, decisions and beliefs.
My platonic and distant relationship with my husband; we are both lost souls, wandering in a dry and waterless desert, looking for that oasis of calming love, tenderness and understanding.
My empty soul, that inner void that is gradually refilling with tears and life as I grieve and come to a better understanding and forgiveness of myself, my weaknesses and my human frailty.