Out of control
My daughter died a little over a month ago and most of the time all I’m thinking about is my body. Yup, I said it and it makes me feel selfish and horrible. I may hear a song on the radio and get weepy-eyed in the middle of the day, or I’ll see a new baby and want to run away and hide, but for the rest of the day I’m thinking about my body. I want it back. I…