I understand this.
I have my kids. They would miss me if I was gone. But I can’t confide in them. I have spent the last 12 months hiding how broken I feel after my mum suddenly died from them. They need their mum, as they are devastated too, Not a crying mess. Dd went to uni this year, she needs me to be her cheerleader and level headed mum always happy to give advice and support. Ds is autistic and seeing me a mess would destabilise him.
My best friend who was like a sister, just disappeared. Would arrange to come over then just didn’t show up. Understandably she chose her fun friends to be around. I haven’t been much fun.
I have a partner, but I think that’s coming to an end. He was supportive when mum died. But after 6 weeks he told me there was something wrong with me as I was still sad. Then was supportive again.Then 2 months ago during an argument mocked me for grieving my mum and told me to grow up. Then threw things I had told him, that I have never told anyone else at me and laughed at me about it. He apologised. But I physically can’t talk to him about anything anymore. I can’t bring myself to do it, so dont tell him anything anymore. When he asks if I am ok I can only bring myself to say ‘I can’t talk about that with you’. The distance between us is increasing. I can’t stand to listen to anything nice he has to say.
My Dad looks so uncomfortable if I get upset over anything, including mum. So I just don’t.
I have a professional job, where I would tank my career if I went off sick. Or talked about my feelings with anyone. I need to appear calm, steady, emotionless. So I push it down at work. Cry in bed at night instead. I have ‘work friends’ but they aren’t friends. Just people I talk to in work.
My mum had severe mental health issues, so it not like I confided in her. We didn’t have an easy relationship but she loved me and I loved her. But since she died, I have never felt more alone in my entire life.
I don’t have time or the inclination for hobbies. I saw some advice that said ‘remember a time when you were truly happy. Joyous. What were you doing? That’s what’s you should pursue’ but right now, I can’t remember a time, even as a child where I was truly happy. Even for a few minutes. There’s always been something hanging over it. So I have no idea where I go from here.
But it’s, oddly, comforting to know I am not the only one that feels like this.