Hello and
to all.
I have been dipping in and out of this board but am having such a hard time today and feel as though I'm slipping into a big black hole.
Long story short, my Mum died from ovarian cancer during lockdown on April 27th. For the first month of lockdown she was still at home, after some hospital tests and some falls she moved in with me and my DP as we were able to give her a room with ensuite for shielding rather than me moving into her 1 bed flat and sharing a bathroom.
I and my adult son nursed her through her final month and were with her when she died, and we do truly appreciate how lucky we were in that regard.
Her rented flat had to be cleared by June 16th so we sorted all that out - her things and furniture are crammed into the room she passed in and also in my shop which has not opened since restrictions eased - my business was struggling beforehand and is pretty much non-viable other than online which I know I have to step up and organise but it seems so daunting.
My DP is working again, reduced hours two days one week, four the next alternating, and is thankfully pulling out of the depression he fell into while furloughed.
His Mum is in residential care with dementia - I cared for her for 18 months living with us before it became unsafe for her, and although she tested positive for the virus she remains asymptomatic.
I feel guilty and self-indulgent - my DP worked today and I have had to confess to him I didn't make it out of bed today. I went into my shop yesterday and hung up loads of my Mums clothes with a view to selling them as they are quite stylish and we deal in new and pre-loved things. I feel sick and hollow and as if everything is pointless.
My Mum made me promise I wouldn't fall apart right up to her passing and I feel as if I'm doing that. My son has gone back to his own home and although my DP has been supportive, he is getting a bit frustrated with my lethargy. Of course he is feeling bad about his Mum, and our finances are tight.
I just feel so wretched and pathetic and useless - i am 51 and have weathered some storms in my life but managed to keep going. but this time I just feel so weary and sad and what i wouldn't give for my Mum, a very stoic lady, to manifest and give me the kick up the bum I need.
I am terrified my DP will just get tired of me - I'm not just reeling emotionally, I feel jittery, I'm clumsy, I'm overweight and out of condition, I have smoked and drank too much and am so disgusted with myself on so many levels. I have been a bit of a hermit but have started being out of the house more days than I'm in which feels like progress, but if I have a busy day I am wiped out the next.
One of our housemates says this is normal - he lost his Dad suddenly in his late teens and it took him about two years of self destructive behaviour to sort himself out. I think I'm old enough and sensible enough not to go that route, but I just seem to be in this horrible spiral of fear and dread and guilt.
The added lockdown and virus thing makes me feel as though I've been thrown into a parallel universe without really realising, and while I'm following all the guidelines I keep wondering why, what's the point.
Sorry to harp on but I just really needed to offload and my DP will be home soon and he's apparently had a good day at work so I don't want to bring him down.
Any thoughts on how to bring myself back into the real world much appreciated, and my thoughts are with you all too - I know I'm not alone. I know I should have been prepared for this inevitability, and I can say all the right words in my head but they don't seem to compute if you know what I mean.
Thank you for providing this space.