Things aren’t as bad as they were last year. The pain of missing him is still there, and the grief storms hit on occasion, but I don’t have that overwhelming depression.
Things are better.
Things continue to get better.
There has been no cutting nor has there been a desire to cut. There IS a desire to not do anything or go anywhere, but I’m committed to doing things and so therefore… I do them.
I’m not dying inside. I miss him. But it’s not killing me this year.
Almost 5 years… and I’m doing okay this year. So far.