I've just hit 2 months officially physically separated and the novelty of the situation has given way to the sobering reality of it all.
What’s becoming obvious to me is I’m slipping into a funk, depression, whatever you want to call it. There’s no denying it. I was doing well there for several weeks.
These are profound life changes we're going through. "GAL" - It's relatively easy to distract ourselves and get into a temporary groove. It's much harder to find a meaningful permanent substitute for it all.
