It’s not fair. It’s fucking unfair. Experiencing this has reinforced my atheism, that there is no ‘grand plan’, just a random events, and all we can do is try to be kind to each other to make life bearable. And at the moment, accept the kindness of others and expect very little of yourself.
Cry, scream, shout. Sleeping tablets helped me a lot. The days were so, so long, I didn’t have the ability to manage more than 6-8 hours of a day. It will get better, it will get easier, you will get stronger. It will take a while.
I found some books helpful in the early days. One is called ‘Bearing the unbearable’ by Joanne Cacciatore. She lost a child and is a grief therapist and it details her coping strategies and examples of other bereaved parents. The main thing I have learnt so far is- it is unbearably painful, it is not fair, grieving a long process, time is not a ‘healer’ but it helps with the raw pain. Your love will not die.
There is a quote about grief coming in waves- something like at the beginning they are 30ft high, they are crashing over you and you feel like you’re drowning. As time passes, they are less high and less fierce and you learn to anticipate them, to ‘ride or surf’ them and you may even welcome them. The grief is love that has no one to receive it here.
Sorry that was a bit of a ramble. I hope it makes some sense. Not that anything makes sense right now x