I’ve been collecting thoughts about grief today, writing down all the crap I’ve been through in the last two weeks. Eventually that will be a post, probably, but I need to write about today… well, today.
Losing Georgia was, and to a large degree still is, devastating. She was such a huge part of my life, every part of it every day, her loss left a huge hole. I was seriously a fucking mess for the first week. There was the whole roller coaster of emotion, my head was a pit, I could hardly get through the days.
My ongoing mantra was: It’s okay to be sad, just don’t let it control you. (I’ve had problems with alcohol and loss before, I wanted to make sure I didn’t repeat those patterns. And I haven’t.) Continue reading