Reach Farther

I like my corner, my solitary confinement, my easy, my selfish. I like shutting  myself away from life, grieving alone, pitying me, keeping myself focused on only me. I like it when I don't have to share my comfort (my husband) and when I don't have to share my security (my husband) and when I don't have to share my lifeline (my husband).

Maybe though it's when I'm grieving that it's my time to reach farther than my corner. Maybe  allowing my husband to help his family instead of being too clingy and possessive of his comfort is a healthy thing. Maybe sharing my sorrow with a friend instead of keeping it safely inside me is therapeutic. Maybe leaving my house and helping someone else with their children is what heals me. Maybe keeping myself to myself will only make the pain burn deeper. Maybe the time when the last thing I want to do is give me away is the time when it's the most important for me to do. Maybe I need to reach farther than myself.