There's really not another word for it. I woke up feeling off, then cried several times without impetus other than a gut-busting sense of sadness. Then someone who I'd considered a good friend reacted very badly to something I'd written and let me know about it. Unfortunately, it wasn't a good day to cross me. It's never truly a good day, but today... well, today was extra-difficult. And I didn't appreciate being pushed. Not today, not after I'd shared that today was going to be a hard one for me. I wish I could take the whole 'well screw you, then' tack and not look back, but I can't. No, I can't, because I try to not hurt people or say the wrong things.
It's not that I think I'm perfect or blameless. I certainly don't think I never do anything wrong. On the contrary, I live most of my days feeling like what happened to Logan was my fault. It doesn't matter that it's not supposed to be a hereditary condition. It doesn't matter that everyone says I did everything I could. It doesn't matter because he's not here. Because despite everything I did, I couldn't save him. And for some reason, God decided He wasn't going to let me have my little boy back again. I'll never understand that, not when I see people recovering from trials largely unscathed. I'll always wonder why Logan had to die. And my days will probably always be a little less sunny than they ought to be.
Anyway, I've said my bit and now I'll go lie down. Brady has an appointment next week to have his intermittent eye-blinking issue checked out. And of course, I'm scared about that. I'd pray about it, but the honest truth is that I'm just not into praying these days. I'm too heartbroken to open myself up to God right now. I know that'll sound counter-intuitive to some of you, but look at it this way: I trusted God to heal Logan and restore him to us. And He didn't do that. So no, I don't really trust God right now. I can't. Some day, I hope I will again.