DM died Just before Christmas last year. Funeral was January this year. Spent last Christmas sorting out stuff and trying to get through. I "put a lid" on how I was feeling. Fast forward to now and I'm a wreck. Dreading Christmas.
Been to GP and am on mirtazapine. Been recommended to go for some counseling. Finally plucked up the courage to ring them and there is a 12 week waiting list.
I'm really struggling. Work is a nightmare although I can put on a very good act so no one knows how I'm doing. DH works away a lot (away this week). I feel so guilty for my DS's who bear the brunt of me not dealing with day to day stuff. I thought I'd be over it by now but I seem to be getting worse. Went to see GP again yesterday and ended up in pieces.
Just needed to write it down.