1000 Resting Days
When my son died, a bomb went off in my life. My life stopped and everything became so insanely difficult. Cooking, showering, organizing, remembering things, going out into the world, just about everything felt impossible. I kept waiting for things to get better and for these basic abilities to return. But that wasn’t happening very fast. I felt like I needed to hurry up and get to a place where I was strong enough to manage my life normally. I…