your post frightens and saddens me. Rattling around in the house of memories. As I am about to make the choice to do.
The Funk has a life of it's own. Say hello. Acknowledge it. It's there. But maybe you can gently move it to the background.
Music: all I can say--is be careful of it! I have barely listened to music since August 1st. I dunno--maybe some Black Sabbath? Something to really pound your head against.
And I burned some pictures the other night. Cathartic.
Congrats on the truck--that will help.
Getting out and GAL is so important--what in your area is free/cheap? lingering over a cup of coffee at the local Barnes/Noble?
I think of you every morning when I take my multi-vite and fish oil capsules! (you posted on nutrition once, lest you think I am a complete wingnut!)
Take care of yourself. Time. Time. Time.
Me: 44 Him: 42 Together: 23 years; never married Bomb: August 1, 2009 Affair since May 2009 Walk away; no conversation; no process
