echofonic

Days ten and eleven.

I can't shake the sadness that came on Tuesday night. I didn't post last night and I don't care and I don't want to say any more right now about how I know that all of this is good and how I'm growing and how this was so necessary and how I'm still aware that doing this is the only way that anything good can be made of my life and my world.

I'm just really sad. I'm not giving in to it. I've kept my perspective. But right now breathing and going through the motions and not focusing on how much I miss her and keeping myself from crying at work or in the car and letting myself cry when I'm at home is just about all I can handle.

I have to leave for work in three hours. I'm going to bed until then.