017 – Thu, Jul 6, 2017 at 6:24 AM

Koloa, Kaua'i, Hawai'i
Koloa, Kaua’i, Hawai’i (Miranda Hernandez)

I tried to run away yesterday. Every piece of me wants to be elsewhere. Every part.

I think about running away. I think about starting a new life, where people don’t know, where they don’t stare at me with pity in their eyes. I think about being useful again. I think about having a purpose and routine. I am so tempted.

But no — I’m not ready yet. Not so soon, so far. I think I could, but I wouldn’t be me. My heart wouldn’t be committed. I wouldn’t be healed. I’m not ready for that. I’m not ready to finish missing you.

I miss you. I hold this bear I thought was silly, and I miss you. Every moment. Every day.

When I start to lose myself, I remind me, “I have a son.” You exist. You remind me. Sometimes I repeat it. You are my son. I am a mother.

I’m not ready to run away.

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