The early days are the hardest. I remember feeling like a zombie for those first few months. I'm surprised I was able to keep my shit together. But I did. I had meltdowns, panic attacks and cried so much I barely wee'd. But I kept moving forward - even if I was crawling sometimes.
A year from now you'll look back and be amazed at how the hell you made it through - you'll also be really proud of yourself.
You've got this. You're in the eye of the storm right now but I promise sunshine is coming.
You'll catch yourself doing a big belly laugh, or smiling for no reason - even daydreaming about your wide open future. The possibilities are endless. Scary but exciting.
But that is all later. Right now you're walking around wondering how the hell everyone is acting so normal - like they don't even notice the world has just turned on its axis.
Be gentle with yourself.