Namechange. I lost my dad back in June. It was a horrible end and when it finally came I was numb from fighting the NHS for any care for him, let alone proper care.
I went in to coping mode - organised the funeral, sorted out all the immediate paperwork and money, supported my mum, helped the DC to come to terms with it, all of it while DH was abroad with work.
Here I am, nearly 3 months later and I can't remember the last time I smiled, let alone laughed.
I have what feels like a thousand obligations to my family, work, voluntary stuff and other things like my dad's will. I have cut out everything I can, but there is still this huge weight on my shoulders, and DH is still abroad.
Only two friends have supported me through all of this. The rest have cleared off because they can't be bothered or can't cope with hearing the awful details.
Is it the GP, Prozac and counselling (waiting months for that to happen), or is there another way to climb back up? 