Today was a bad day. From the moment I woke up, ripped violently from sleep by a nightmarish version of him- it was a bad day.
I've been emotional, and sore, and I've contracted some sort of illness from my niece.
So I sooked, all day. I sooked in the morning, just reading and drinking tea and being sensitive to social medical up until work. I sooked at work, admittedly not as bad, as there was work to be done. Now I've sooked all night, I've binge eaten, I've been needy via texts to my friends, and I've gone to bed ridiculously early.
But perhaps I won't sook tonorrow, perhaps all I needed was to let myself be indulgent in my grieving and tomorrow it will pass.
If not tomorrow
The next day
Or the next
I have to keep trying
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