I was pretty much forced to take the responsibility of making an official estate inventory as well as sharing the estate of my mother, and as it's the simplest way to do it for legal reasons, I'm the one to arrange her funeral as well.
Definitely not something I wanted to get my hands into ever in my life.
The thing is, I was damn scared that this would affect my mental health. You know, I just got through the common baby blues symptoms, and now I've got all this on me.
But nope. It's surprisingly therapeutic. Every document I draft, every phone call I make is mostly career training for me, but somehow it also soothes me. It's over. She got her peace, and I don't have to live in fear either. I'm happy - not necessarily for her death, but in general.
Also, the little one smiled today and I think my heart is now made of honey