My son has been gone a week. I cannot sleep. I am exhausted and people keep visiting. I feel like a robot, but am trying to keep it together for my other children. I love my son and can’t believe he has gone. It feels like a dream. We were close. He knew how much I loved him. Depression and PTSD took his life. I don't blame him. I cannot understand how I can go on. I have to go on, I have other children. I have to look after all my kids. He had a twin and now I worry about him. I have a 5 year old and she is grieving and processing it. It is so hard, most days I don’t want to get out of bed, I feel obligated, the funeral is Thursday. I live moment to moment and that is an effort when your world has crashed apart. I have never been in so much pain.
At six weeks, It is impossible to function properly or stop thinking about my boy, and I am angry this happened, I am now depressed.
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My son has been gone a week. I cannot sleep. I am exhausted and people keep visiting. I feel like a robot, but am trying to keep it together for my other children. I love my son and can’t believe he has gone. It feels like a dream. We were close. He knew how much I loved him. Depression and PTSD took his life. I don't blame him. I cannot understand how I can go on. I have to go on, I have other children. I have to look after all my kids. He had a twin and now I worry about him. I have a 5 year old and she is grieving and processing it. It is so hard, most days I don’t want to get out of bed, I feel obligated, the funeral is Thursday. I live moment to moment and that is an effort when your world has crashed apart. I have never been in so much pain.
At six weeks, It is impossible to function properly or stop thinking about my boy, and I am angry this happened, I am now depressed.