Long week
Monday was rough. Three months since mom died. That hit pretty hard. Then I had the thought... mom wouldn't want me to be depressed. She'd want me to be just a little bit sad, sure. She'd want us to miss her, but she wouldn't want us to be depressed or miserable about it.
I been thinking for ages that what I really needed was a good cry. Gretchen the Grief Counselor (wonderful lady) had suggested looking through old photos. So, I gave that a try. It didn't make me cry. It made me smile. I looked at those pictures and I remembered mom and I smiled.
She'd want that. She'd want us to remember her and to smile.
The rest of the week was up and down.
Juno had rented a wheelchair for me for an eye doctors' appointment that we ultimately canceled, but it still came in handy. We went the local JoAnn's Fabrics and picked over what was left of their paints. Got some good, odd, colors for minis. I never could have done it, walking. We're looking into getting me a wheelchair to keep. It was nice to get out of the house and actually do something.
Of course, I crashed hard the next day. So hard it hurt. I'm still recovering, and I don't think it was just from the trip out. I'm still pushing myself too hard. Got to watch that.
Long week. Good day and bad days. In the darkest, lowest point, I reminded myself that there are good days too. It keeps me going.
Onward
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