Loss.
What a title. Loss. Not at all the beautiful words that have been flowing through me lately. All the elegant titles. My Love told me I should write a post about having all titles but no content. I laughed. It was true. Today. I couldn't figure it out. Why was I so stuck? Why did I feel like I couldn't do ANYTHING? The emotion. It would surge in me, and then gone again into black nothingness - numbness. Even now. My children. They have been ripped from me, unjustly ripped from me. And I have to wait for the judicial system to hopefully right the wrong. I cannot go and take them although they are rightfully mine. I cannot see them, speak with them because one person blocks me. It seems so unbelievably unfair. And so unbelievably insane. I am a good mother. No - I am an excellent mother, a beyond excellent mother. I have never done anything that would cause this tearing, this loss. So why then? How did it come to this? Because I decided I wanted a life of freedom ...