.... a sigh of .... nothing.
I/We made it past the Thanksgiving/Death Day/Christmas/New Year's/Birthday season.
Some days it seemed as if I barely made it, but I made it.
That thought doesn't make me happy or relieved. It just .... is.
Hopefully my brain can now tell my body that it's time to move forward .... the chewing can stop (it already has) and the tears can slow down to a trickle (they have not).
The "season" was easier in some ways this year, more difficult in others.
Life is .... complicated.
Nothing is easy.
I used to think differently.
Now I know.
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