Rainy days

I used to love the thought of a rainy day. We would stay in pajamas all day and snuggle on the couch watching all the cartoons. Rainy days now cause severe anxiety; a deep pain inside my gut. I feel as if I am trapped in the house….this now sad house. During the times of feeling anxious I usually go for a run or pace the yard trying to stop the panic attack. I am not one for medication; not because I think it’s bad; it’s more of a personal choice. Rainy days resemble how I’m feeling inside. The rain is my tears and the dreary dark look is how I see my everyday. It’s hard to find beauty in anything now. I feel a deep sadness that I cannot stop. Everyday I pray this will someday end but I know that’s impossible because my son will not be coming back. Life is hard

Published by Jonny’s Mama

Bereaved mother trying to navigate life after losing my son unexpectedly at 3.5 years old.

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