That would be fine if I wasn't waking up exhausted in the morning.
Right now the answer is I don't care about healing. I don't deserve to heal or move on or any of that other flowery shit they tell you is part of the grieving process.
Someone recently told me that the world keeps turning and it would be disrespectful to the people we've lost to not turn with it. Eventually, yeah, I'll heal, but I'm not there yet.