My poor DB passed away in August from cancer aged 34.
I am coping ok but every so often I sit there and look at his photo and actually realise that he is gone, just a pile of ashes, and not a real, live person with hopes, dreams and a life.
It is so surreal. I feel like I am suppressing my true feelings and grief and that if I actually stop to think properly about his passing away, I will crumble and not stop crying. I sometimes feel very panicky and anxious when I think in detail about how he isn’t here any more, and how we all cease to be when we are gone.
I wonder if I am in denial about him and that my mind in protecting me from the full force of my feelings for a while so I can come to terms with it.
Has anyone else ever been through this sort of thing when they are grieving?