Just a bit of a lie down. Won’t be long. A chance to just breathe for a while, here on the bed.
Perhaps you’re thinking it’s too soon after the death of someone near to me to be posting naked pictures. Perhaps that’s weird for you, but I don’t want to be defined by this sense of loss; not for long. That’s not to brush it off either; I just don’t want to be defined by it.
So yes. Me, naked on a bed. Reminding myself that there is more to me than this.
Sleep is the hardest thing to be without. I customarily manage on less sleep than most people. But just at the moment, waking at 3 or 4 in the morning pitches me headlong into tumultuous thoughts about the loss of my brother. I’m OK so long as I do eventually doze off again. Yesterday I was out like a light from 5.30 til 8 am. A brisk walk by the water meadows in the sun and I was ready for the day. It’s not always like that. Sometimes I give up, go downstairs for tea, and just lie awake with my thoughts.
It’s a phase. I know from my Father’s death that sleep loss is a phase, and so I know that this too shall pass.
I’m doing OK.
I lost my younger brother recently.
The one who knew all my secrets.
I lost him suddenly.
I can’t share the circumstances of his death, but some things I might like to share, about loss and emotions and looking forward seem to need a context.
That is the context. https://t.co/aQqyZXNEZi— Bibulous (@BibulousOne) April 8, 2021
More Sunday sin here:
I don’t think there is anything wrong with sharing an image like or being in ones body or even taking pleasure in it. In some ways it is like a big fuck you to death.
Molly
I think that it’s important to do what feels right for you. This picture is so sensual and calm. I’m sending you all the warm thoughts and love.
Sending you love and comforting hugs, B x
I’m so sorry for your loss. Thank you for sharing.
Glad to hear you are on the path to healing.