My husband died in 2001. I have not been the same since.
Today I saw a therapist for the third time. She told me it is time to grieve. I can't put it off any longer.
I would never have put it off, but there were so many practical matters to take care of at first, and then people and pets were jumping ship or dying right and left. By the time I had survival worked out, the statute of limitations was met. My family expected me to be over it. They just wanted me to be happy.
That sounds good. Not useful however.
Perhaps not by coincidence, I have steadily become less useful to the world since 2001. That's not to say I've been completely useless. But it's time.
At the bottom of the trail up will be a salty lake
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