Last week I survived by doing things my daughter had been doing for me. Every day I did at least one thing. I told myself I could do it. I went to the store three times. I went to the gas station and filled up. I went to the bank and I drove my son to work. I also made a few phone calls.

Now it's a new week and it started with me thinking OMG I have to do this all over again. Why was I able to do it last week but this week I'm terrified to do it again. Last week I was able to cry about sad things and felt good about it. This week I haven't been able to have a good cry. I'm here and yet I'm not. Last week I responded to posts--this week I can't. I could focus on one day at a time. Not so right now. I'm so disappointed in myself.