Oddly enough I’m doing okay with the withdrawals. Today was the one month anniversary of my brothers death. My only symptom today was grief–even my PMS seems to be under control. I can’t say I experienced anything that could be clearly identified with withdrawal–oh–except insomnia last night. I’m tired as all get out.
The pain of loss still burns. I feel it in my chest, my heart. It’s like it’s on fire but it’s embers burning low and mean.