I’ve been feeling a little lost after experiencing another bout of loss. I’m still puzzling the pieces back together and coming to grips with the reality of – well, many things. My household lost a kitten this month, oddly enough the day after the Queen died. (I like to think she was needed elsewhere, why else would she have been taken so young…) Life and loss are I’d say, equally confusing and conflicting; all of which are overwhelming. I didn’t believe it for the first couple of weeks, I kept feeling as if I’d wake up from the nightmare but before I knew it I wasn’t, and my partner was off to uni. For someone so used to being alone, I’m also really not. How am I supposed to be optimistic when I don’t understand a thing, everything is such a ramble, constantly. It’s almost impossible to make sense of any thought or feeling.