As the 2 year anniversary of Pierce's suicide is approaching, I feel the depression creeping back in. It's better if I keep busy, but on day's like today, when Tim is in town for work and I'm here alone, I feel the weight of the sadness of missing him!
It's odd how time is a double edged sword. In some ways, it seems way longer than two years since I've seen him; but, in other ways, it seems like it wasn't that long ago.
Realizing now that the pain is NEVER going to go away, that I will live with this for the rest of my life, it almost overwhelming!
But, I've survived his choice of that night for almost 2 years now, so I know I can continue to survive.