Everyone stopped checking in and I'm still not okay
My husband died six months ago. For the first two months my phone didn't stop buzzing. Now it's quiet, and I understand why — people have their own lives — but the quiet makes it feel like the world decided I should be done grieving.
I'm not done. I don't think there's a "done."
Just needed to say that somewhere people wouldn't look at me with that careful, worried face.