Wow, for the past four days I have really felt "normal" at work. And that feels good (even if I do experience pangs of guilt because of the semblance of normalcy).
I'm almost back to working at break-neck speed ... but a little voice keeps warning me not to push myself too hard. NOT YET.
It's almost as though I have a split persona ... normal at work, Italian grieving/ululating widow at home. But that's okay. I have to release or I will either go insane or get very ill.