Yes! I am so glad that when Jim died I kept putting one foot in front of the other. Not the same as debilitating depression, but so similar in the depths one reaches. I remember being jealous of any 55-year-old who died. I read obituaries religiously and would despair of them not being mine.

Today I look back and am so grateful for the support of friends, and therapists, pulling me along, one step at a time.

I absolutely hate the image of you struggling. 💛