It's been 3 years since my dad died after an 11 year journey with cancer. I don't want to use the word battle as he was initially only given a year but the longer he lived the more he ticked off his bucket list and chose to enjoy himself. Obviously there was pain and suffering but he handled it all with such pride. However I constantly felt like he was a ticking time bomb and every Christmas or birthday could be his last.
During this time I was mostly on fire building up a reputable career in charities managing events. He was incredibly proud of what I was achieving, as was I.
His last eight months were long. He went from hospital, to a hospice, back home and then finally into and care home after he lost the use of his legs. He had prostate cancer.
During this time I was working for Macmillan Cancer Support and they were amazing as they pretty much banned me from working so I could be with him.
When he died in October 2013 my mind went numb and has stayed numb. I've lived in different parts of the country and done a few different casual labour jobs but I can't seem to get my life back on track, especially in the way my dad always encouraged me to do.
I've completely lost my mojo, although according to doctors am not "depressed" but I'm not anything really. I used to have a wonderful imagination and could create brilliant experiences for myself. I had focus and visions and dreamed big. Now I feel as though I'm a dead piece of driftwood on a river that doesn't go anywhere.
I don't feel like I can talk to anyone as people are always too busy...or so they say...and I also feel I "should" be over it by now.
I cane across this thread and felt like reaching out. I guess I'm wondering whether anybody else feels the same and whether 3 yrs of an 11 year journey is just scratching the surface of grief.
Also can anyone recommended any support groups or grief counselling? I'm based in the Midlands
Thank you for reading x