Those pesky feelings, you try scrubbing them out, washing them out...
I have had several conversations in the last week, and I am facing that I am still in the grief process around my mother. I find myself not wanting to call her or write a note, or book the plane ticket to visit. But I also don't want to really do anything. I think I'm a little bit depressed. Not direly, but there it is. I am taking care of myself - doing good things like reading and relaxing or just sitting if I need or want to do so. But I am needing to acknowledge to myself that I am sad, and it is affecting my actions. And that's okay. So my apartment is messy, and I'm not getting to my list of things to do. The world will go on.