Denial

Last night I was talking about my broken wrist with Max. We discussed how I was healing well and doing my assigned physical therapy exercises and how generally things are advancing as well as can be expected. Gold stars all around. But then I just broke in and said “I just really wish this had never happened.” He said “I wish it hadn’t happened too.”

I feel the same way about Sarah. I try and try to count the ways I’m making progress and feeling better about her being gone but then I just enter another stretch where I’m back in denial. I want a do-over. I just wish this had never happened. I want my life back.

It’s no use, and I know that’s not going to happen. I have to move forward. It’s hard right now, especially with the broken wrist. Maybe I should just be patient and kind to myself.