“This year, I’m laying it all down. I can’t. The truth is, I’m in the weeds. Some years aren’t meant to be record-breaking. Some years are meant to survive.”
‘This is not my year to run a marathon, drink 2 gallons of water a day, or make healthy, home-cooked meals. It is my year to survive.’
‘I was 32 years old with a dead husband. I wanted to – needed to – feel in control. I worried people would think I was ‘over’ my loss. I wasn’t.’
“I couldn’t control my husband dying unexpectedly, but I could control this ending.”
