It’s almost a week since I got back. And I still feel a little off.
I can’t blame it all on jet lag, although it does affect me quite a bit. But something else in my head–or heart–is broken from this trip and it seems to change everything.
I don’t think the OakMonster you know is here any more.
I know this. But I can’t seem to go back to where I was.
Everything changed the moment I stepped into the same room as my mother. And with every bit of news that come after that furthers my descend into someplace darker than I thought I could go.
Knowing in my heart that this is MY own journey. This is MY burden to bear. This IS the emotional roller coaster I should ride alone because the passengers, although willing, shouldn’t be dragged down in to this pit of my family’s tragedy.
So, this is what Frodo feels like with the Ring around his neck.
God…I REALLY sound like an emo kid…