I have been avoiding my emotions thus no pattern or reason for when and IF I write. I fear giving my heartbreak to others. I know that as an empath I can and do pick up on the energy of love and hate. Battling the hate is my problem at the moment. I miss my Mother. I miss my Father. I miss my Brother.

Just thinking about them makes it hard to breathe. I feel empty.


I wish that I could wake from this nightmare. I want to pick my brother up and help him stand. There is still no word on what happened and why God called him home so soon. Music does help soothe the heartache of losing so many people in my life. I have amazing children who are here to help me, but really… I just want to be alone.