Got out of the house today, my son Jensen took me shopping.
Its the small things that mean the most.
Yesterday, I cried, my dads death has had a massive impact on my life.
Im not the person I use to be, I dont even know who I am anymore...
Personal hygiene is a task, I barely wash my hair, ive lost who I use to be and I dont know how to get me back.
I dont paint my nails anymore, I dont wear makeup, im a shell of a person. Im nothing. I just exist.
I use to be so bubly and outgoing. Now I barely say 2 words to people I see at school.
Ive become so isolated and lonely.
Its been 3 years and the grieving process started over 4 years ago, the day my dad said those words..Terminal cancer.
I havent been right since.
Pathological grief my psychiatrist said it was.
I would give my own life for my dad to be alive, I cant even put into words how much I miss and love that man.
He was my world.
I miss him more than life itself.
June 14th My Son Is Coming Home.
The coroner has rang today and the funeral home. My son will be getting collected from Liverpool, Monday morning. Which means I can hopefully see him Tuesday. Its Friday today. It will be over 2 weeks since I last saw my child. As a mother, my body is yearning to see my son. I just need to hold him and kiss him on his head. I feel sickness to the pit of my stomach, I'm dreading seeing my baby in a coffin, I'm dreading the funeral. This shouldn't be happening. His funeral will be July 1st at 12.15. I just feel numb. Im convinced its not my son and he'll just arrive home at some point.. I feel hollow with a sick feeling in my stomach. A few of my friends delivered me a beautiful canvas of my son this morning. What beautiful, thoughtful people I have in my life. I don't really know how I feel or what to say, I don't understand how I'm still alive. I'm lost...
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