Counting By 7s by Holly Goldberg Sloan, page 163, 175
Life, I now realize, is just one big trek across a minefield and you never know which step is going to blow you up.
I go outside and sit on the steps.
I’m not waiting.
I’m just being.
Time exists only in the mind.
For someone grieving, moving forward is the challenge. Because after extreme loss, you want to go back.
Maybe that’s why I don’t calculate anything now. I can only count in the negative space.
I’m on a different planet now.
I only speak when I absolutely have to.
Otherwise, I do my best to be invisible and stay out of the way.
No matter how hard they try, other people do not understand because I’m incapable of communication.
And that is why the deepest form of pain comes out as silence.
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