Hi again. It’s been what, almost a week since I posted?
Last week was just nothing but grief. Some days were better than others, but the bad days were just bad. This week has been better. I’m still sad, but it’s not the all-consuming sorrow that it was last week. I picked up Peeps’s remains yesterday after work, and I ugly cried the whole way home. But at least he’s home now.
At this point it’s pretty much one foot in front of the other. And every day generally gets a little bit better. Just like when Watson passed it’s going to take some time before I feel 100% again. I still keep expecting him to meet me at the door when I get home.
I think, though, that I’ve passed the depression danger point. It was a real concern last week. But I think we’re starting to get back to baseline. I just have to be mindful of any slips and stay on top of things. My therapist, of course, was on vacation last week, and I don’t see her until next week. But I think I’m ok.
There’s at least a reason to be sad, this time, and I’m not just sad for no reason.
So for the last week I let a lot of things go – this blog, stuff around the house, things that didn’t need to be done, I didn’t do. I took care of me. But now it’s back to reality. I let things go for too long and it’s going to take a bit and some effort to get things back to normal. Life, after all, goes on.