My therapist told me I'll have good days and bad days.
Good days will be when I'm okay with you being gone, and things won't seem that bad to me. It might not be a 'good' day, but it will be good compared to the bad days.
Bad days are when I miss you. When I miss you so much that nothing seems barable, and I might do something to hurt myself or others because I'll be so upset. But since I haven't hurt anyone yet, bad days might just be when everything hurts just a little too much.
I had a bad day.
