Aimless

I was up all night, I cried my heart out.

I allowed myself to feel all that I've been using food to numb away. 

There's a lot of pain, because of the longing, and the missing, and what was lost, and what could have been, ought to have been.

I must eat good again, I start today. 

I did not work, I did not attend to anything or anybody today.

I made art with daughter, together we are processing so much still. 

I am tired is an understatement.

I wish to have a little break from existence itself.

It keeps going... aimlessly.