SheliaC's Journal

I've succeeded so far in convincing myself no one day is worse than another since Jeremy died. I talked to him all the way in to work this morning and held his picture for company.  Panic attacks came and went just like yesterday and the day before. Feeling frantic - no different today than yesterday. More numb than usual, I think. I just called his phone to hear his voice. I have the same longing for him to answer as I did yesterday. No different.