This week I keep replaying the events in my head. Woken up at ungodly hours, unable to sleep. I didn’t think it would be like this, but it’s all I can think about. Tomorrow is the anniversary and then I don’t want to think about it in this way again. I hope that facing it head on, delayed though it may be, will be the cathartic thing to do.
The plan is to be out socially tomorrow evening, either with friends at dinner or with my eldest daughter at the movies. But nothing will distract from the dark midnight hours. I know those will come but I feel ready for them in a way that I am strong enough not to let them take me over.
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