Progress

Watched Fuller House and cried today (2 episodes, last ep of 4th season and 1st ep of series, cried during both). It was good. A needed cry. Not so much cathartic. More like sweet memories that remind of the loss.

I can feel my brain starting to rewire. Changing back towards optimism and calm from grief and anger. It’s only a matter of time now.

Update 01/17/19: I’m much closer to being back to who I was than who I’d become after October. But there’s definitely one new jaded (Merriam-Webster definition not Dictionary.com definition) piece to me that ain’t going away.

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