1 Month

How has it already been a month? 4 weeks ago exactly I got the worst phone call I've yet to get. My sister called me, sobbing, to tell me that I had to come home. I was in shock the entire drive. I was in pain. I was crying one moment and staring blankly out the window the next. My boyfriend drove me the nearly five hours home. I was ruined.

I'm going to the doctor this week finally. My mom's doctor put her on a sleeping pill (Ambien, essentially) and Xanax. Can't wait for my doctor to see me, see the weight I've gained. I've been eating my feelings and the few times I've gone to the gym have been completely forced. 

I feel lost without my dad. Just knowing he was there kept me happy, comfortable. One month is both a long and incredibly short time. Has it really been a month? I still feel like I got that phone call last weekend, yesterday even.