I have been putting all of my hope for restoration of somewhat normal functioning (at the least) on time. As does a broken arm or leg require time to heal, so does a heart. It's been a month and a day for me and already, I am conscious of the effects of time. My moods change rapidly. Earlier, it was very important for me to be in my wife's room, looking at her things and holding them so close to my heart, crying my eyes out. I now don't want to go into her room as it triggers the emotional outbursts that I am hoping so desperately will eventually stop. I have no longer been living each day ; but surviving. I so hope that time will allow me to live somewhat (at the least) normally again. The triggers of the pain and suffering associated with grief are everywhere in the house (her decorations, her creativity, her cuteness, etc.) and I had been dwelling on them all. I now avoid the dwelling. It's as if we want to actually cause the pain ourselves. Why do we do that? It's so important to think of other things. I'm trying to be patient TIME. PLEASE DON'T FAIL ME?
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