It occurred to me last night that I hadn't cried myself to sleep in almost a week.
For two months after receiving some bad family news, I pretty much cried myself to sleep every night.
And now, though I'm still kinda down, I'm realizing that when one door closes, another opens. One chapter of my life- that I wasn't ready to end- has closed on me and now I need to look forward to the door that's about to open.
Thanks everyone for your support through this tough time- for carrying me until I could stop crying and see "A Better Day."