I was a carer for 18 months from my mums lung cancer diagnosis, 2 years ago , until her final breath. She fought a valiant battle, but I’m haunted by the bad memories and struggling to remember the good memories, I don’t even know how to move on. I realised I was drinking a lot more but have realised that , and cut back a lot but I’m struggling. The void of her not being here is like a black hole that’s sucked the old me into an abyss of not being able to recognise who I am. I am a cancer sufferer too even if it’s not literally speaking, my mums cancer turned my life into a cancer
i know she would have not wanted me to feel this way, and to be strong but, I had another one of my nightmares that I have sometimes about the morning of 17th of April 2023, and this one was vivid beyond imagination to the point I had a take a me day today from work. I’ve just been sitting here on my own while my sister is at work and thought I’d just unload on this page, I’m sure someone out there is going through a similar thing.
