I shouldn't be. But I am. It's been 3 years this weekend since I lost my d bro. I feel like I can't breathe, I'm struggling mentally to manage. Everything seems overwhelming at the minute and seems bleak. How can it be? How is that it?
Ive had counselling, I've picked myself up time and again. I've managed to carry on looking after my children.
But I feel empty and lost and just well... sad really.