I’ve been thinking about going to see Deb again. Deb was my grief counselor who I saw from about December 2018 (three months after my mom died) till November 2019 (so 14 months after my mom died; this second parenthetical was unnecessary). I saw her roughly once a week, probably telling her the same three things over 400 times. She wrote things down, which I liked. My grief had notes! It was like a class for her!
Guys, let’s talk about lying for a second 💀💀💀💀💀💀💀