Back to the days following.
Back to the weeks following. Sometimes... I just want to go back. Of course I'd also want to go back to my time with Maisie. Back to being pregnant with Maisie. Back to spending time with Maisie in the hospital. But, today I was mostly thinking I want to go back to the grief that immediately followed. I want to be back where it was so shocking, so real, so raw, so unbelievable, so emotional, so sucky. I want to be right back in the worst. Why... I'm not sure? Weird... maybe/definitely? But that's where I am today. Wanting to go back. Wanting to feel the intensity of what came after the death of my child. Not because it was great - obviously, it was the opposite. But because I just want to feel that intense strength of the pain again.
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