It’s been 3 months today. Having a particularly bad day.

Been crying more than average. It’s only been three months, but it seems like longer. I’m only 53, I’m not sure how I’m supposed to deal with this for potentially another 20 plus years. I know, it’ll get a little better over time, but I’m just overwhelmed today. I’m surviving, though. Just taking it day by day. I’m still having more bad days than good, but I’m trying. I would want her to be proud of how I’m moving forward, and that’s what’s keeping me going right now. Sorry for rambling, just needed to vent today.