As I write this (Sunday, 3:42 a.m.) it has been exactly one month since my mom died. I thought that the first of the month would bring sweeping depression, but it feels pretty similar to every other day since my mom died: a little sad, a little lonely, and a little numb.
good morning bitches 12/5/2019
good morning bitches 12/5/2019
good morning bitches 12/5/2019
As I write this (Sunday, 3:42 a.m.) it has been exactly one month since my mom died. I thought that the first of the month would bring sweeping depression, but it feels pretty similar to every other day since my mom died: a little sad, a little lonely, and a little numb.