You have permission. To feel all your feels.
To cry. To dance. To forget.
To scream. To eat all the chips in the bag. To bing watch that entire season.
To avoid the news & social media completely.
To scream and punch a pillow.
To mourn your loved ones. Even if you haven’t lost them yet.
To crumple in a pile on your bedroom floor.
To give your kids frozen waffles for dinner. Again.
To feel sad.
To feel angry. To feel robbed. Of your life. Of the year you should have had. Of your friends, family. Your freedom.
To feel empty. To wish, against all reason, to go back in time to that other life that drove you crazy in that familiar way.
To sob uncontrollably.
To be YOU.
At this moment.
Whatever that means.