Arrena sent me a news story about a Facebook group for widows of Covid. I joined it but I'm not sure yet if I like it. It's hard to read your story over and over again. But, it's also nice to have people who understand what it's like to have gone through this disease and come out different. It's nice to feel understood and commiserate with others who've had people trivialize their loss by asking what the underlying condition was. Most of these people who died were healthy until they got Covid.
I started going to GriefShare at the church's counseling center last night. I had a hard time even getting out of the car and I definitely cried. But, again, it's nice to have someone to talk to because sometimes I feel like a burden to my friends and family. I feel like they avoid the topic to keep me from feeling bad. But, I feel bad all the time. But, do they want to hear it all the time? Maybe I'm the one really avoiding it. I don't know.
Billy watched Iron Man tonight. It was the last movie Scott watched in the hospital, so it made me cry. I need my antidepressants back so bad. Tomorrow's my appointment, I pray he can get insurance approval.
Today they started working on my siding. I had to do a bunch of paperwork with my financial advisor today. And the church got my tithe check, so they called to talk to me and pray with me.
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