Every morning since my 17 year old daughter took her life in December I wake up wondering who I will be today. Will I be the down on my knees sobbing mother? Will I be numb and robotic? Will I be silent and distant? Will I be angry and yelling? Will I be the employee who cannot remember a darn thing and is making mistakes left and right? It's been 11 weeks and I've experienced so many emotions on so many different levels that before, I didn't know existed. Which is saying something since...

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