The visitation was today. The funeral is tomorrow.
I still don’t know how I feel about seeing his body. I couldn’t hep but think about the stab wounds under his suit.
How does something like this happen?
Has anyone else out there dealt with the murder of a loved one? Do you have any advice on how to cope?
I did not expect to wake up yesterday morning only to find that one of my friends, at a party I was supposed to go to, had been brutally stabbed to death.
I’m having a difficult time process this all. It just doesn’t make sense.
Ugh, I’ve gained 20 lbs since starting the 20mg dose is Cipralex.
Has anyone else had this problem? If so, what do you do to combat the weight loss?