Sometimes I confuse my left and right…I can’t even.
A Note on Grieving
It’s been a little more than a week since the breakup and I’m doing surprisingly well. I haven’t melted into an inconsolable pile of stretchy pants and Ben & Jerry’s, which is promising.
I went to a therapist to talk through this transitional phase, because that seemed like the kind of thing I would do. As soon as I sat down on her couch, I started crying. ”Feelings!” I thought. ”There you are! I missed you!”
I only cry when I’m talking about the breakup, and since I’m not really talking about it, I’m not crying. My therapist told me that I might be in shock and numb to everything, but that I need to acknowledge that I had a loss and that I should let myself grieve.
So here I am. Grieving. Pouring one out for this relationship.