Crazy Cat
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My mom passed away this past July. In a previous post I said that I couldn't really grieve because I refused to believe it.
Now its almost 3 months later and I still haven't faced it. I can convince myself that she didn't die. Every time I do think and know she did, I start hyperventilating and go into an anxiety attack. So I tell myself it never happened.
My sisters & brothers and I have been going through my Mom's house, taking things we want & trying to clean out over 50 years worth of a life in that house. We get together about every Sunday. When I get there, I start to feel it but I felt that Mom's spirit was still there. Yet, when I see her belongings out for the taking, it kills me.
I feel so guilty for not facing this. I feel guilty for not praying for her. Yet for some reason I can't seem to "feel" it. Its not that I don't want to, but its like my mind won't let me. I don't know if that makes sense but its hard to put into words.
When my Dad died several years ago, I cried for months....and I mean CRIED. I was much closer to my Mom so I don't understand it. However, I also cried for her because I knew how heartbroken she was. Now I feel that they are together, which is maybe helping a little. (?)
I took my Dad's passing so bad that I had to quit my job (before I got fired) because I was either always late or just didn't want to get out of bed. I ended up getting addicted to pain pills about a year later. I self-medicated myself into avoidance. I wish I could do that now - but I've been clean for 2+ years.
I just realized that I guess I don't really have a question as much as I just wanted to vent.
Now its almost 3 months later and I still haven't faced it. I can convince myself that she didn't die. Every time I do think and know she did, I start hyperventilating and go into an anxiety attack. So I tell myself it never happened.
My sisters & brothers and I have been going through my Mom's house, taking things we want & trying to clean out over 50 years worth of a life in that house. We get together about every Sunday. When I get there, I start to feel it but I felt that Mom's spirit was still there. Yet, when I see her belongings out for the taking, it kills me.
I feel so guilty for not facing this. I feel guilty for not praying for her. Yet for some reason I can't seem to "feel" it. Its not that I don't want to, but its like my mind won't let me. I don't know if that makes sense but its hard to put into words.
When my Dad died several years ago, I cried for months....and I mean CRIED. I was much closer to my Mom so I don't understand it. However, I also cried for her because I knew how heartbroken she was. Now I feel that they are together, which is maybe helping a little. (?)
I took my Dad's passing so bad that I had to quit my job (before I got fired) because I was either always late or just didn't want to get out of bed. I ended up getting addicted to pain pills about a year later. I self-medicated myself into avoidance. I wish I could do that now - but I've been clean for 2+ years.
I just realized that I guess I don't really have a question as much as I just wanted to vent.