Aside from losing my Kayla ring, I had a really good week. I think this was the first week that I haven't cried at least a little every day. There were still some tears and even some actual crying, but it felt like Kayla's death wasn't all-consuming for me. It's a weird feeling. I told my therapist that sometimes it feels like my LIFE should have fallen apart--like why didn't I do anything reckless and drastic when my daughter died? I know it's good that I haven't, and instead I've been able to find other, healthier ways to process my grief. So I am choosing to be glad that this week was good. Maybe I'm "moving on?" Or maybe next week my grief will punch me in the face, but at least for this week, I've been able to miss Kayla and wish that our lives included her here with us, BUT I've also been able to go about the rest of my life without only thinking about her. It's bittersweet.
My husband went to a party and I just didn't feel like going, so I'm snuggling with my dog and just ate way too many peanut butter M&Ms.
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