Its been over four months now since my brother has passed. The first month I know I was in a depression because I slept a lot and ate a lot. I allowed myself that comfort with the feeling of entitlement.
About 2 months ago I believe is when I started snapping out of it and realizing if I dont do something with my time this could continue much longer.
Im not saying its bad to grieve; I still think of my brother every day. Its just I know he wouldnt want me lying in bed all day crying and imagining what if scenarios.
This new job is bringing me much needed joy in my life.
