Does anyone else feel they have a sort of PTSD after watching a loved one struggle through their illness? My sister passed away in April 2019 and still the memories haunt me of her suffering. There are so many, I don't even know where to begin really. Every time I think I'm getting through my day ok another flashes into my mind and I feel sick. Everyone says I should talk about it but to who? I can't talk to family because they're going through the same as me and I don't want to drag them down if they're coping. And how could a counsellor possibly understand the grief I feel for my lost sister when they never knew her or how amazing she was in every way!? Well I thought I'd post it on here and maybe somebody feels like I do too.
