Harder DaysToday has been rough. Luke is away for work, and usually when I have a hard day, the flashbacks take me out of reality, and I begin to cry, he it there holding my hand through it and reminding me to take deep breaths and whispering to me that it's in the past and there is nothing to be scared of. But he is gone, and when they were triggered I was forced remember the weakness, embarrassment, guilt, and a whole assortment of fears. Not just remember, but relive moment by moment. All I want right now is his strong arms to wrap around my waist, and to hear him whisper in my ear that he is here and the nightmare won't last forever.
Some days are harder than others, and I am so grateful tomorrow comes with new light.