I hate to call it "the worst day of my life" because that sounds like a dare the Universe would not be able to resist, but it was pretty awful. I'm not going to be able to say exactly what happened here. On Wednesday, June 16, I learned something very upsetting that has had a continuing effect on me ever since. Sleep has been poor or nonexistent. Food tastes like ashes and makes me nauseous, yet my stomach hurts like it's empty. There has been much crying.
I am taking care of myself as well as I can. I drove to Indianapolis last Friday to spend most of the weekend with my good friend there. I played with her dogs and was pleasantly distracted by her family members. She listened to my problem and sympathized extremely well, so that by Saturday night/Sunday morning I was able to eat a bit and I felt strong enough to come back home and start working on things.
Monday (yesterday) I saw a therapist. She let me talk for most of an hour about whatever nonsense came out of my mouth. I think she will be helpful going forward. I don't know what comes next. Right now I'm still just trying to figure out how I feel about everything (besides "bad") and what I want to do.
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