Made It

[Note to readers:]

This post is a follow-up to Here It Comes and reflects on the emotional and physical toll of 4/28. It contains references to grief, family conflict, and illness. Please take care while reading.

I made it through 4/28.

It wasn’t easy. This year has been the hardest yet—not just mentally, but physically, too. The stress I’ve carried over the past month, and the anxiety leading up to the day, finally caught up with me. The day before, I was vomiting bile and dealing with relentless diarrhea. It felt like an extreme version of the “Sunday Scaries,” and I ended up spending all of 4/27 in bed.

On top of that, I was scared to be alone on 4/28—especially while feeling so sick. The original plan was for my family to come over, and thankfully, they still did. The moment they said they were coming, even knowing I was unwell, the fear began to lift. I felt a wave of relief and comfort I didn’t know I was waiting for.

This has not been an easy journey. In fact, it’s been anything but. I think the added stress from my in-laws this year made everything heavier—more painful, more exhausting.

But still, I press on.

xx