I cannot help but notice lately the number of people who have begun to remark on how “well” I seem, and how it’s so great to see me looking so much happier again. I won’t lie, I am beginning to find a piece of my happy again. Dare I say, I’m even beginning to look forward to things again; to be able to plan more than a few days ahead, without those plans filling me with insurmountable angst. Who will be there? Have I seen them since Teddy died? Do they even know? Will they be weird with me? Please, PLEASE, not the sympathetic head tilt. Yes, welcome to my inner dialogue.