Very typical. I decide I'll be more active, I open up, then disappear for months. Sorry!
I've been doing a lot better since October - it was a hell of a road that I wouldn't wish on anyone, yet at the same time I'm incredibly grateful for it. I'm finally seeing the light on the other end. No one talks about how grief has a lovely way of opening up all those dark places you've successfully kept locked for decades. This experience has allowed me to face firsthand those feelings I never allowed myself to feel.
I'm still in grad school and actually just about halfway through my third semester. Thank god for the workload because it helped keep my mind off what it kept trying to go back to. PTSD is a bitch.
I know 2020 has been difficult on many of you.. How are you holding up?
