I found the lead up to the Anti worse than the actual day. I was off kilter and emotionally all over the place, didn't help that the legal separation was going on concurrently because dickweed dragged it out.
I went fetal, sobbing mess for a day once I realized what the date was (also coincided with what would have been 17 year anniversary). Allowed myself to wallow and embrace the sadness and pain. Mourned deeply one last time then picked myself up and continued with life as usual.
It was helpful for me to reflect on the past year and see all I had achieved and how much I had grown. All I can suggest is that you listen to yourself and do what feels best. Whether that be retail therapy, time with friends or cocooning to grieve.
(((PL)))
"I’ve learned that people will forget what you said, people will forget what you did, but people will never forget how you made them feel". –Maya Angelou
