Oh man, the first few weeks I was a blubbering mess. One day at work, I went into the walk-in cooler and just burst into tears while I was getting pickles. Luckily, no one else came in, and I quietly composed myself. But, yeah...I was a mess. I found it helped me when I kind of buried myself in something comfortable and familiar for a little while. As an example, I was feeling particularly down one evening during those first few weeks, so I sat down and watched "Murder She Wrote" on Netflix for about 3 and a half hours. Not because I was ever particularly a fan of that show, but because Angela Lansbury reminds me so much of my grandma. It sounds strange, but it really did help pull me out of my funk.
