{"id":560,"date":"2011-02-18T15:09:00","date_gmt":"2011-02-18T20:09:00","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.michellebeachy.com\/blog\/friday-february-18-2011-2\/"},"modified":"2011-02-18T15:09:00","modified_gmt":"2011-02-18T20:09:00","slug":"friday-february-18-2011-2","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.michellebeachy.com\/blog\/friday-february-18-2011-2\/","title":{"rendered":"Friday February 18, 2011"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>For how long is depression a normal part of grieving and when do I need to do something about it? <\/p>\n<p>I wish I would have died. <\/p>\n<p>I feel like a corpse that moves. <\/p>\n<p>I don&#8217;t even know how to describe it. I don&#8217;t feel sad. Or mad. Or anything. I just feel like nothing. <\/p>\n<p>I tell my body to move and it obeys and that&#8217;s about it. When I think I&#8217;m going to cry, I don&#8217;t. Then suddenly I&#8217;m standing there sobbing and I have no idea why. I don&#8217;t want to do anything. I don&#8217;t want to eat. I don&#8217;t want to leave the house. I don&#8217;t want to do anything but lie on the couch. <\/p>\n<p>Is this just a hormone wash? Is this me not being able to resolve the news I got on Friday? Is this a normal stage and I&#8221;ll be ok again soon? The boys are starting to reach their limits of endurance for a mom who is there, but isn&#8217;t and who cries all the time. I feel guilty. But completely powerless to do anything about it. <\/p>\n<p>I cannot get it pulled together.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>For how long is depression a normal part of grieving and when do I need to do something about it? I wish I would have died. I feel like a&hellip; <\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":2,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"_monsterinsights_skip_tracking":false,"jetpack_post_was_ever_published":false,"_jetpack_newsletter_access":"","_jetpack_dont_email_post_to_subs":false,"_jetpack_newsletter_tier_id":0,"_jetpack_memberships_contains_paywalled_content":false,"_jetpack_memberships_contains_paid_content":false,"footnotes":"","jetpack_publicize_message":"","jetpack_publicize_feature_enabled":true,"jetpack_social_post_already_shared":true,"jetpack_social_options":{"image_generator_settings":{"template":"highway","enabled":false},"version":2}},"categories":[1],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-560","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-uncategorized"],"jetpack_publicize_connections":[],"jetpack_featured_media_url":"","jetpack_shortlink":"https:\/\/wp.me\/p39ynQ-92","jetpack_sharing_enabled":true,"jetpack-related-posts":[],"jetpack_likes_enabled":true,"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.michellebeachy.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/560","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.michellebeachy.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.michellebeachy.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.michellebeachy.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/2"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.michellebeachy.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=560"}],"version-history":[{"count":0,"href":"https:\/\/www.michellebeachy.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/560\/revisions"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.michellebeachy.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=560"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.michellebeachy.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=560"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.michellebeachy.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=560"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}