I keep having these mini breakdowns. I’ll start crying for like five minutes, and then I’ll be okay again. Sometimes I don’t even realize it’s happening until the tears soak part of my chest.
It makes sense, I suppose. This ordeal is…a lot.
D and I are both emotionally fried. We have nothing left to give. I hope we will feel more like ourselves by Monday.
Though maybe this is who we are now. That’s something to consider.
I’m trying to find gratitude and joy in the little things.
Today’s list (so far):
- Root beer (it’s the only beverage that tastes good to me right now)
- My husband running out to the store to buy stuff that will make me happy and comfortable.
- Random texts from Freya.
- Friends checking in and sending love.