It was a hard day. Saw my mom's body and she didn't look like herself at all. Spent a lot of my night packing up her apartment. Still lots more work to do.
But....
I met a friend for coffee and reached out for support. I saw my therapist who commented that even in my grief, I look happy. And I do. I feel happy. I don't want my WS back. Don't know if that means I fit here on this site. It's about me now
