Food tastes like straw. When I can eat, either I'm choking it down out of necessity or bingeing out of grief. These irregular eating patterns are wreaking havoc on my digestive system.
My mind wanders, I remember and then weep.
Having to be strong for those who remain behind and providing comfort when needed... Making decisions and trying to be organized... I wish this was but a bad dream.
Fatigued is how my body feels right now. I only take walks to get some fresh air.
I know this grieving process will take time. You don't get over losing a loved one quickly.
Now the weather is turning colder, and getting darker, and the holidays are coming up fast, I can see myself turning to food or to shopping for comfort. This scares me. Putting on 20 lbs in a month can be so easily done.
I don't think my dad would have wanted me dealing with his death that way. He would have wanted me to find comfort in my family and friends and then, at last, come to peace with the loss.
For now I hold close all the good memories and good timeswe shared and hope my pain eases enough to let me function normally.
Having to be strong for those who remain behind and providing comfort when needed... Making decisions and trying to be organized... I wish this was but a bad dream.
Fatigued is how my body feels right now. I only take walks to get some fresh air.
I know this grieving process will take time. You don't get over losing a loved one quickly.
Now the weather is turning colder, and getting darker, and the holidays are coming up fast, I can see myself turning to food or to shopping for comfort. This scares me. Putting on 20 lbs in a month can be so easily done.
I don't think my dad would have wanted me dealing with his death that way. He would have wanted me to find comfort in my family and friends and then, at last, come to peace with the loss.
For now I hold close all the good memories and good timeswe shared and hope my pain eases enough to let me function normally.