I've had a couple of good days in a row. Or at least, I haven't been sobbing much. It's hard to tell if I'm feeling better or just numb. And if I am feeling numb, that's bad and I should stop. And if I am feeling better, isn't that just awful? It's been less than a month! I should still be a completely wrecked shell! What does it mean about me as a person, as a sister if I'm starting to get over it?
I did some good self-care stuff this morning. I even got dressed and wandered the farmer's market downtown with Gordon. I was having a lovely time looking at sparkly sparkly jewelry I would never buy when a young mother behind me admonished her child, "Be careful, Jason!"
Then I started crying and hyperventilating in the middle of the farmer's market.
I'm not over anything. Of course I'm not.
Now I just need to convince myself that it's okay to not feel devastated constantly; that even enjoying myself on occasion or having a couple good days in a row are not things I should feel incredibly guilty about forever. Also numbness is probably occasionally necessary and okay in small doses. Just believing those things are okay is going to be hard. Grief is a lot of work.
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