12 years of loss have taught me that low days happen. They don’t have to feel especially sadder than the last, or have something that makes you think this is a “low day.”
For me, it played out as the kind of the day that’s a little harder to get out of bed for. I had an uneasy feeling through most of the day that just made it harder to concentrate and left me feeling…blah.
I still hadn’t snapped out of it by the time I went to bed, so I just..went to bed.
