It’s been one week since my dad passed away. I haven’t cried in three days. I feel strong.. most of the day. I like to be at work so I don’t have to think about it. I’m starting to eat and sleep again. I’ve survived 7 days longer than I thought I would, but this shit sucks honestly. Everyone feels so bad for me. So many apologies and hugs. I mean don’t get me wrong I appreciate it, and I am so thankful to have such a strong support system who I love, but I don’t want to be felt sorry for. My dad didn’t raise me to expect sympathy. I don’t even really know how to accept it. It’s awkward. Of course I’m heartbroken and this is the hardest thing I’ve ever been through, but fuck I’m still normal. Treat me like I’m normal before I forget I am.