During a dark time in my life, I started wearing hoodies ... as security blankets under which I hid myself and a lot of pain. As I work through the pain, come out of hiding, and pack away the hoodies, this is the holding place for the memories and a reminder to embrace life.
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I've started going to a recovery group for newly or soon-to-be divorced people. It meets once a week, on Mondays. I don't want to go. I rail against it. But I think it might help ... just being with other people who are in similar places. But none of them is like me. Most of them were left by their spouse. And I guess, in a manner of speaking, I was left emotionally ... but then I left physically. I cry every meeting. every single one. Because it hurts. Because I am embarrassed. Because I don't know how else to say I am just so, so sad.