The 3 year anniversary of my sister’s death is on Tuesday.
Three years and I still don’t know how to get past it.
I still can’t think of her without falling apart. I still don’t know how to deal with the pain. I still hate this time of year. The anniversary of her death, Thanksgiving, Christmas, her birthday.
I decided to go online and look for a grief workbook.
I couldn’t even do that without crying.
I feel so stuck. And broken.
I didn’t do it. I convinced my daddy to.
I still haven’t eaten today. I did get some water down. I then used my bike until my legs turned to jello (didn’t take nearly as long as I’d hoped), took some laxatives, and collapsed in bed.
That’s where I am now. I shall spend the rest of the night watching Netflix, probably The Wonder Years, until I get sleepy.
Have a good night!