I’m feeling oddly restless today. I want to go do things that don’t involve sitting in an office. I want to love people, and to be loved. I want to feel wind in my hair and rain on my face. I want to spend the rest of the day in a forest with some paper and a pen.

Why am I so restless?

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erinreeve

I'm a young, childless widow who is trying to figure out the best way to deal with the world in light of my late husband's suicide. It's harder than I ever imagined it would be, but somehow at the same time I am still alive and even happy sometimes.

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