Hello, This is my first post. My son passed away 1 1/2 years ago. I'm almost sure it was a suicide, but in any case, it was a drug overdose. I miss him like it was yesterday. The missing him, the guilt, like why couldn't I save him. The having to act like I'm doing so well. The toll on my health. I have epilepsy now. The isolating. The inability to get anything done. I moved six months ago and I'm still unpacking. Going through his belongings. Feeling like I failed as a mom. So much more. Some days are fine, and others are so painful. I went to a grief counselor for a bit. Now I think I need a psychologist. When does it end?
I just helped deliver (all day today) 4 beautiful puppies :) Moms teddy bear (shih tzu/bichon frise) Had 3 girls and 1 boy all black and white fat and healthy :) They are bigger than normal but she was awful big before having them! She is a very proud and worn out momma dog!
Hi everyone this is my first time on dailstrength. I have been told i have ptsd so i thought i would join in on some conversations hopefully. Nice to meet you all.