Something I posted on my Widow’s Path blog that fits with my health and fitness blog…
I see a psychiatrist as well as my family doctor. I will, in the near future, see a psychologist as well.
I saw the psych on Monday – he told me that I seem to be doing well in my grief, that I’m in a “normal” place. That I’m not getting “brittle.”
I saw the family doc today – he reminded me that I don’t ever get brittle. I disassociate. I do things that will keep me from processing. For instance, I will drink too much. I will eat too much. I will stay up late until my body can’t function anymore and then pass out in exhaustion.
It’s interesting because in the past 3 days, I’ve had 3 separate conversations about my sleep patterns with 3 different people.
Person 1: What would Mark want you to do? (Mark would tell me to get my ass to bed, close my…
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