It’s weird the things that will set me off. This picture breaks
my fucking
heart.
Lately I've been busy enough to forget about things for large chunks of my day. Then something will trigger a thought or a memory and the wave of emotions, the front load washer spin cycle kicks into high gear and it'll even throw in some guilt about having forgotten. Just for good measure. I'm having to just plow through; and I wonder what it's doing to me.