I lost my mom 2 months ago. No, we weren't terribly close - funny enough, that doesn't make it any easier. I managed to get my papers in order to go back home and it was a wonderful trip, actually. Lots of family support, that I didn't expect. Still, so much guilt and so many questions.
Fast forward to a week ago. I lost Sophie. Plowed down in a freak accident. Left in a pool of blood. Granted, it's 'only' a horse. Only a pet. Whatever. She was so much more than that to me, though. Perhaps more than my mother? (There's the guilt again)
And, let's not forget Tom, who hung himself last September. Not sure I've really got over that one yet, either.
No.. I'm not ok. I'm not sure that/if I'm asking for help.. not like I don't know that my way of 'coping' isn't helping... just to let you all know.. I'm not ok. I'm hurting. I'm really, really grieving.. not sure I've ever done that before. It sucks. It really hurts.
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