Grieving sucks – looking for another place to live not helping. It’s making it worse. Like I’m trying to stuff myself and my life into a box that I don’t fit into anymore. I’m not even sure where am I supposed to be or where I am headed? I can’t give up…. Crying – grieving not helping at all – just lets out the frustration as I work on rebuilding me. Places I’ve seen don’t even feel like home – like they feel foreign or distant. I am supposed to move forward and clean out all the clutter. Pack away memories and so many different things. Right now, I just want to tear down the walls and say, “why me”. I know that nothing stays the same and things change. Some changes are good and others not so much. I feel like the damn can been flipped hundred times or more until my head hurts. I grieved my life of being a smoker years ago --- but this now hurts even deeper. I’ve been filling out applications either on waiting lists – or denied. Somehow, I plug forward – I must. Does it mean I’m scare – yes. I must move on. I must show that I am strong and whatever I had prior to this is gone. Feels like more than shedding memories – they are painful daggers. When do they stop?