Friday, December 13, 2013
Most days I feel like I'm managing. After seven months, I can say his name or talk about him without crying uncontrollably. I usually tear up but not so embarrassing that I have to leave the room.
But coping is a lot of work. I try to make sure I have something to do every day. Physically and socially. Educationally and emotionally. Every thing is a conscious effort. Every single thing takes effort!
I no longer stay home most of the time. Every day I get outside for some reason. Water aerobics three times a week. If someone invites me, I go. I say yes more than no. I connect with perfect strangers.
All of this is good. Great, even. I have to admit I take a nap almost every day. And I sleep 8 or 9 hours. That's how I cope.