Today was hard.

I miss her so much. I can't believe that little human being who laughed and played and hugged and did such funny, cute things is gone. Just gone. She was so amazing. And so sweet.

Last night I couldn't sleep. I finally drifted off around five thirty am. Then some people came this morning to get a few things I'd boxed up. Some of her clothes, mostly. Not nearly all of them, just some I'd had in my own closet. I still haven't gone in her room to do anything. Maybe that was the trigger today.

Tomorrow I have therapy. More meds, more talking. Maybe tomorrow I'll feel better. I won't feel this way forever. I tell myself that when the days are really bad. It won't be this bad forever.

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