Isn't it remarkable that we find pride in the smallest achievements now?
I have finally wiped off his mustard smeared thumbprint inside my fridge, along with throwing away his almost empty pot of mustard AND I FEEL SO PROUD OF MYSELF!!!!
And it only took me 7 months and 1 week.
One of our Senior Managers at work told me that he thought I was "coping admirably outwardly at least" and asked what my coping mechanisms were. I confided that, "I aim low. If I don't, I feel like I am failing and that sends me backwards fast". He laughed and agreed that it was a good strategy :-)
I haven't slept for the past three nights, and have had to concede that I need some sleeping tablets, just for a few days, to help me train my body and mind into the pattern of sleeping again. It's unbelieveable - I feel so exhausted all the time, yet when my head hits the pillow, my brain goes into overdrive, sleep does not come ... causing me to get more and more upset and stressed ... clock-watching ... until daylight comes ... then I can feel it coming to me. WTF? If Cliff were here he'd tell me that I'd slept enough over the years to get by without any for at least a month ;-) ... unfortunately sleep doesn't work like that, so bring on the drugs.