((((((((((((((zoo))))))))))))))))

It feels SOOOOOOOOOOOO awful. I remember really, honestly being sure that I wouldn't make it through it - that I would just not survive, or I would have to stop telling my story, or SOMETHING so I could function. It just hurts, and even when I could distract myself a little bit, it would come back.

It will get better. It WILL. T tells me that it will always be there a little - that the stories will resurface for whatever reason, and that it just sucks, but that that's how it works. BUT. I am on the other side of that overwhelming, gut-wrenching pain. Eventually, it lifts. I wish I knew why, or how, but it does. It does.

Even though every second feels like an eternity, know that time is passing, and that with each passing moment, you are a moment closer to healing.

Hugs and hugs and love