Hi, I lost my mum almost two years ago now to lung cancer. It all happened in a whirlwind. She went from being what we thought was healthy, to terminally ill in what felt like an instant and 4 months later she was gone. She suffered immensely in those months, it was incredibly difficult to watch the strongest person I know in her most vulnerable state and I felt absolutely helpless. I'd have given anything to take the pain away, to keep her here. I felt that i barely had any time to process the fact she was unwell, let alone the fact she had then passed as We were evicted in the days after she had died. We were forced to leave the place in which I had felt closest to her, that we'd made so many memories in. She was only 53 and I 27. I felt like I was once again staring at the world through a child's eyes, with that panicked feeling in my gut like I'd lost my mum in the shops except this time there was no finding her. I find that Grief is the absolute loneliest place on earth, and even now after all this time it hasn't got any lesser than it felt before. I feel like I'm only now pieces of the person I was before, and I'm not sure how to claw my way back. I shoved all the emotion down and down in order to keep going for my family, but now it feels like it's so far down inside of me that I can't reach it to let it out. People have grown tired of me talking about her, I do so too often and I can feel their boredom of it is this all I am now? Is this now my entire identity? I'm lost. I'm hurting and I feel really alone. I honestly don't know how to overcome this. Someone please help