There were days when even just getting up and dressed was far too much for me… They were my darkest of days.
Im glad I made that effort back then and pushed myself to do things, because if I hadn’t…. I simply wouldn’t have what I have now, nor would I have learned to love and live again. I just wouldn’t be me…. and the new me ain’t that bad.
It took tiny steps and at times I went backwards instead of forwards… Don’t give up you can do this. It doesn’t mean you forget…. Nor will you ever. But each step makes you stronger.
Grieving parents we live we love but we are a little incomplete 💙💔