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Day 55- Depression
I spent all of Saturday lying in bed looking at the wall. At one point I couldn't ignore that I had to pee anymore, so while I was up I had a bagel and took this photo.
I've come to terms with the fact that I will always grieve for my sister. I will miss her for the rest of my life. Most of the time I can shove that part of me back. I have to in order to function. But it doesn't always work, and sometimes something comes up and I can't keep it buried. I don't think it would be healthy for me to keep it buried anyway. I figure if I spend a day in bed feeling every emotion every once in awhile, that's okay.
For awhile I felt like I was grieving "wrong." I cried nonstop for about a week after she died, and then it just stopped. It took awhile for me to realize that didn't mean I wasn't sad or upset or grieving anymore; just that I knew what needed to be done to be able to function, and did it. Which really, sums up my entire last 7 years.
Day 55- Depression
I spent all of Saturday lying in bed looking at the wall. At one point I couldn't ignore that I had to pee anymore, so while I was up I had a bagel and took this photo.
I've come to terms with the fact that I will always grieve for my sister. I will miss her for the rest of my life. Most of the time I can shove that part of me back. I have to in order to function. But it doesn't always work, and sometimes something comes up and I can't keep it buried. I don't think it would be healthy for me to keep it buried anyway. I figure if I spend a day in bed feeling every emotion every once in awhile, that's okay.
For awhile I felt like I was grieving "wrong." I cried nonstop for about a week after she died, and then it just stopped. It took awhile for me to realize that didn't mean I wasn't sad or upset or grieving anymore; just that I knew what needed to be done to be able to function, and did it. Which really, sums up my entire last 7 years.