This week was a tough one.

I found myself reliving his final days.

Realizing how much “normal” I took for granted before my life became the complete opposite.

Asking myself…

What was really going through his mind every day this week?

When did he decide to do it?

Repeating the conversations that seemed insignificant at the time, but were monumental and gave me more guidance in what he wanted for me than I could imagine.

Thursday during therapy I let it all go. I got it all out…. and I felt better after it. I didn’t feel numb or drained. I felt a tiny bit more like myself for the first time all week. I even smiled.

We need we need to come to terms with our struggles. Otherwise they just eat us up and make us feel like we aren’t good enough. Like there’s something wrong with us.

I worked on me this week. I allowed myself time to accept the struggles, unpack them and move forward from them…I was selfish and I took the time I needed for me. I gave myself exactly what I needed.