If your boss notices an entire afternoon of less than normal production, feel free to tell him it's my fault.
Brother, you've got a long, long road ahead of you. It's a process of processing processes that just never seems to fucking end. It often felt like an overflowing inbox, for me - an overwhelming stack of shit that I'd never get through. Members here would see things in me that I could have never seen myself, most of which got stuffed at the bottom of that infinite inbox of shit to process. Take this observation of mine and file it away for a later day. You've got plenty of other things to work through before you get back to it.
They seemed to be asking a much harder question "Am I processing what happened, or am I simply becoming extremely good at describing it?"
Pfft... who says you're "extremely good at describing it?"
Describing "it" is the first step of the process. Whether that's "rage, grief, humiliation, love, disgust, responsibility, fear, and the constant pressure to make decisions that will affect my children," we can only process what we acknowledge, identify and understand. Writing about all of it is certainly a great way to start.
I think it might help you to write about one thing at a time rather than lumping it all together. Take your pick. The first on your list is rage.
Married 2005
D-Day April, 2015
Divorced May, 2022
"The Universe is not short on wake-up calls. We're just quick to hit the snooze button." -Brene Brown