I dunno, I've been asking how long it's going to be like this since at least the second week after getting the bad news. Mechamom told me then that it meant that I was on my way, and yet here I still am with basically everything setting up a chain of association that leads to painful memories.

Talking about it requires thinking about it, which is hard enough to stop doing as it is. Why then seeing a counselor seems like a good idea I have no clue, except I guess I'm just desperate.

Fnork.