... I’m battling mononucleosis while fighting my way through this ferocious grief. My son and Julia, his gf, are staying with me at my house so we can support each other. Max was their baby too, for the second half of his magical life. We are all over the place with moods, but sticking together and allowing whatever feelings that come to each, happen. Compound with Covid limitations for staying busy and being with friends and distracting with work... can’t play with my granddaughters... who make me happy by just. being, lol...see, I write this and sound like a spoiled, selfish person, who needs perspective and empathy for the real suffering out there... so, guilt, shame, ... how are you all finding the balance??
and not hating yourselves for crying all the time and doing the minimum possible to get through days?? I’m always the strong one, the caretaker, I’m a therapist!!
and wow, I am not strong now. Not even a little bit. Yikes.