Its Friday, and that means today marks 24 weeks without the love of my life.
just a couple weeks from marks 6 months. (March 16th) I am not even there yet, but already struggling with the 6 month mark. I hate feeling weak, and I hate crying in front of people. I have gotten better at putting on the big smile and making people believe i'm doing great.
I struggle sometimes with remembering that its ok to not be strong all the time.
I am starting to have multiple days in a row that are good days. Days that I can smile through memories and thoughts, and days that I can laugh while sharing a story or two.
I treasure those days, because I know that the bad days are still around and will hit at any moment. some days are a mix of the two emotions.