Today is Monday, my day off. I don't know where to begin, I'm kinda lost. So much to do today & I don't know how I'll get it all done, & here I sit.
I've been on Cymbalta about a month now. It has helped me cope, but along with being able to control my depression, it also deadens feelings of joy. So I have little or no emotion. I'm told this will even out. I find myself sitting & staring a lot. It'w weird. Still think of Joe all the time & want to talk about him to everyone, but I know people don't know how to react, or don't really want to hear.
I see all the people on this website, & my family, & the suffering & grief at my group meetings, & I just wonder, how all those people in Iraq who have lost someone, how it must be for them, or the people in Sudan, you know? I mean, they lose several family members. I think, who am I, how can I feel so sorry for myself, when I see what's going on out there.
At the same time, yeah, it is personal. I desperately miss my son. I think about the years he had ahead of him, about how many friends he had who were devastated, about how he made me so proud to be his mom, what a wonderful human being he was. Some of the funny things he did as a kid. How smart he was. How there's such a big void in my life.
I want to write next time about his music...gotta go
I've been on Cymbalta about a month now. It has helped me cope, but along with being able to control my depression, it also deadens feelings of joy. So I have little or no emotion. I'm told this will even out. I find myself sitting & staring a lot. It'w weird. Still think of Joe all the time & want to talk about him to everyone, but I know people don't know how to react, or don't really want to hear.
I see all the people on this website, & my family, & the suffering & grief at my group meetings, & I just wonder, how all those people in Iraq who have lost someone, how it must be for them, or the people in Sudan, you know? I mean, they lose several family members. I think, who am I, how can I feel so sorry for myself, when I see what's going on out there.
At the same time, yeah, it is personal. I desperately miss my son. I think about the years he had ahead of him, about how many friends he had who were devastated, about how he made me so proud to be his mom, what a wonderful human being he was. Some of the funny things he did as a kid. How smart he was. How there's such a big void in my life.
I want to write next time about his music...gotta go
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please write to me, i know loss is hard i miss my only sister and she had to two kids to love and take care of, but i know that i am going tell them of her and how great a mom and sister she was and that she had alot of struggles but did the best she could, you need to find things that will help honor him and his life. remember the good things.
love you camie