UP: I slept all night last night, and woke up in my own bed, for the first time since my sister passed July 5 of last year. I didn't spend hours (or even a while) before sleeping, or wake up unable to go back to sleep, needing to read, play games on my phone, or otherwise occupy my mind. It was just easier to go to the guest bed so I didn't wake hubby.
(worse than) IA: I've spent the day not knowing how I feel about it. While it feels like healing is starting, it feels more like it means I am moving on, and I'm not sure I am ready for it. I know it has to happen, but I can't get past wanting to hang on a little longer.