March is tough on me. March 9 years ago my world fell apart. But, its nine years ago. things are better — so much better. there is no tangible, recognizable remnant of the hell that time represented in our lives. and yet, March rolls around and I tense up. My stomach hurts, my anxiety rears its head and I worry. I call way too often, stretch for reasons to check in….consider medication…or a strong martini….
Will it ever end? How long does this veil stay over the joy that Spring should bring?