WAKE ME UP WHEN SEPTEMBER ENDS
Wake me up when September ends...
But, actually. September is a rollercoaster of a month for me, where joy and sadness truly coexist, and it's really fucking hard. Joy, celebrating both my beautiful daughters birthdays and aching sadness at my bestfriend's birthday landing in between the two. I struggle the most of any day surrounding her on her birthday. No idea why, given she wasn't a big birthday person.
Now, add on the loss of my sweet Noel in September and it's like a years worth of emotions in 30 days, sometimes in the span of one week. I allow myself the space for all the emotions, try to give myself compassion and love, but it's incredibly exhausting. So, as much as I'm grateful for September I'm ok saying farewell and hello to October.