Oh, hunny... it is OK not to be OK! There's no marker intime when you have to be "OK" or when you just brush the dirt off your hands and go "Well, that's done, I'm fine now."

In my brain, that first month is described as "that month when I couldn't even breathe"

I was still having big, solid sobs three months later. Even beyond that was the day I ended up hiding under my desk crying so hard that I couldn't come out because I wasn't actually able to see.

It never stops hurting. But some days it's easier to handle the hurt than others. Be kind to yourself - do what you have to do.