My dad died two weeks ago today. It was a huge, massive stroke that led to his death three days later. He was in good health. I know I'm still in the denial phase because I keep saying "I can't beleive he's not here." Its like I can't accept it. My emotions are all over the place. I cry almost all the time, I feel lost, vulnerable, my heart is shattered into a million pieces. I can't eat. Its either no sleep or sleeping all day. Most moments I feel like I'm loosing my mind, that I'm on the verge of a mental breakdown. Then on top of all that, its as if work expects since I've buried my dad now, I shouldn't hesitate to jump at the chance to work extra hours. I can barely make it through my two twelve hour days, let alone one or two more. I don't know how to deal with this and I wonder if what I'm feeling is normal with a parents death?
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