Three Weeks, Still Breathing

Not to be overly dramatic (who, me?), but today marks three weeks since the big Break-up. I'd like to say that I'm no longer sobbing in public, or that I can even get through an entire day without crying, but that would be a lie. I am, however, doing marginally better. Plus, I seem to be entering The Anger Phase (I'm not exactly sure of all the phases of grief, but I'm pretty sure that's one of them), which I think will rock once I'm fully immersed in it (so far it's only partially there....it comes and goes). Can it just hurry up and get here? I want to be mad - I'm sick of being sad! Perhaps the worst part is my inability to fall asleep in a timely way. Despite all my attempts to surround myself with body pillows (like a cocoon), I still lie awake forever. Here's to hoping the anger will somehow put me to sleep quicker. Does that work?