Daily Scrapbook — Thursday

Today we went and saw Josh’s body at the mortuary.
That is a thing.

Mom and Dad were there.

After I came home, I collapsed on the couch.
For one minute, I did nothing.

Then I got up and decided to move.
I didn’t collapse into nothingness.

Bike.
Kettlebells.
Trash.
Ice bath.
Then again. Ice bath, twice.

I connected with Jennie.

Friends are coming over tonight.
I don’t have to be “on.”

Life is continuing in small, sane ways.

Today I chose to move.
Movement kept me from disappearing.