Why is it so difficult now when it had been getting easier?
Lost my dad just before christmas & things have gradually moved on from the hellish shock of the first few weeks in to gradually being able to cope with day to day life.
This week has been horrible. Panic attacks & everything, all because I heard the song he chose for his funeral. Sobbing mess because I heard Gary Barlow’s Let Me Go. Crying every time I think of my mum waking up to her first mother’s day without him making her breakfast in bed.
I’m also withdrawing from life as far as I can. Cancelling plans with friends to sit at home and hibernate. Working takes up every last bit of my energy to get through the day & when dh gets home I’m ready to hand over the kids and go to bed.
It does get easier, right? This is just one of the phases?