I feel like I'm grieving my life... & I'm not even sure I'm choosing the right words- but it feels the most accurate.
I cry spontaneously when thinking about things that have brought me joy, I've put aside most things that don't bring pleasure, I'm spending my time reminiscing about the things that made happy as a child, tackled projects that gave me a sense of accomplishment, put time aside to journal or reflect & I'm coping. I suppose now that I'm resolved with my decision, I have the space to be; to exist as a I am. In a way, it's liberating- but sad.
Funny how the end of my life, is what brings me comfort.