There is a difference between corporate grief and personal grief. Though I am burdened and grieved one thing is different right now. Though suicidal thoughts are swirling in my brain, and have been for a while now, in the midst of corporate grief and huge tragedy, I don't want my family to hurt the way that the families of these precious slaughtered children hurt. My baby has been regularly breaking into tears telling me he is sad but doesn't know why. I don't want to give him a reason to be sad. My sweet, sweet family. They need me, though I don't exactly always understand why.
I'm emotionally exhausted. News of another shooting didn't help that exhaustion. My sweet boys. I went into my youngest son's class at school yesterday, even though he was home sick. I hugged his little friends and his teacher. I thanked God that they were all safe. I cried. I won't watch the news. I have taken a break from Facebook. My heart was already full and about to burst. Now I want nothing more than to hide under my blankets and never ever come out.
For the record, I've had more wine than usual tonight. It was completely intentional. I'm feeling tipsy. I don't even care that I am. I'm hoping the wine will kill the dreams of terror that have been haunting me. I'm hoping the wine will mean I can sleep through the night tonight. I'm hoping for a few short hours that the wine will erase the hurt I feel. I'm heading to bed now. Sorry if I've been spastic, I don't usually write when I'm feeling unsure of my brain. I just tonight needed a safe place to say my broken heart is really heavy.