Back in that place. The weepy, quiet place.
I'm a freak with anniversaries. All the pregnancy "milestones." And I'm so sensory/sensitive -- I don't know what to call it -- but time-of-year smells, sounds, activities... they all bring me back to important times. I had the same experience a year after my mom died, all the sensations of spring: the change in the air, the light...
And I think it's only going to get worse before it gets better.
I hate this.
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*hugs*
Every 1st is going to be hard.
Every 2nd, fractionally less so, I hope.
Please take care of yourself.
keeping you close in my heart
Oh sweetheart, I am so sorry. As xbox said...take care of yourself. Do what you need to do to get through this difficult time. Hold DH tight and cry as much as you need to.
**HUGS**
Just remind yourself that it's like this -- forward, back, back again, forward. You will go forward. You might have to force you feet to go there, but you will.
Please take great care. And keep writing.
I'm so sorry. As much as I hate cliches, "one day at a time" really helps me get through the bad days.
Hoping for good days for you.
thinking of you... wish i had some wise words but really there are none.
i hate it too.
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