One of the hardest parts of this, aside from the experience of it all, is acceptance. I catch myself while doing normal stuff throughout the day going between reality and believing she’s still here. I have to force my brain to accept it. That comes with a moment of anxiety then pushing through it to find a distraction. Everything is a welcome distraction. Silence is not golden. I’ll probably be occupying my time with whatever I can pretty soon. For now, I’m going through accepting reality. The cruel, cruel reality.
