Hi.

Firstly I’m sorry for your losses.

Reading these posts, so much of what is said I can relate to.

I lost my Mum 3 months to the day she was diagnosed. The anger I feel , that there was not any opportunity to give her more time, is a big part of my grief. I am also traumatised by much of what I saw her go through, and those images haunt me day and night.

I feel so lost, it’s like I’ve lost my moorings and am just drifting. I feel like I am outside, watching life carrying on, but cannot get back into it.

I relate so much to what others have said, it doesn’t feel real. I too, am hiding. On a good day I try to go out, even if to only walk the dog, but other days I cannot face it.

I feel like in losing my Mum, I lost me too, as I do not recognise the person I now am. 

There is no joy to be had, when you cannot share it with the one person you want to the most.

I never realised grief could disable someone to this extent.

I am having counselling, which is good as it’s a safe place to offload. However I still feel a million miles away from normal, whatever that is.

I do however, find a little comfort here, reading that others are feeling similar. 

Best wishes to you all

It’s such a comfort to read these posts and know that others feel the same. It’s been 7 months now and for weeks I can lose myself in my work, my daughter (she’s six so keeps me busy), and just general day to day stuff. But then all of a sudden I’ll have a few days when I can’t stop thinking about her and it hurts like hell again. It hits me that she’s gone and I feel like I’m back to square one again with this awful panicky feeling that I won’t be able to cope. I have an understanding husband and friends but I just feel like I’m repeating myself and that I need to get on with it. It’s so hard.

It’s such a comfort to read these posts and know that others feel the same. It’s been 7 months now and for weeks I can lose myself in my work, my daughter (she’s six so keeps me busy), and just general day to day stuff. But then all of a sudden I’ll have a few days when I can’t stop thinking about her and it hurts like hell again. It hits me that she’s gone and I feel like I’m back to square one again with this awful panicky feeling that I won’t be able to cope. I have an understanding husband and friends but I just feel like I’m repeating myself and that I need to get on with it. It’s so hard.