Anyone remember how I said that what I felt I needed was a good cry... then I said, no, I'm actually OK.
So, new flash... whenever I say "no, I'm actually OK" it's a big hint that I am NOT OK.
The good news, I finally had that good cry. Four months and seven days my mom died, I finally cried. I can thank Juno for doing the right thing to get me there.
Am I OK now, you ask.
Were you paying attention a couple paragraphs ago? Of course, I'm not OK... but that's actually good. I shouldn't be OK. What I am is a little less numb inside. That's something, and something is better than nothing.
Now if I could just sleep...
Ah well.
Onward
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