I posted here about 18 months ago shortly after my DP died when I was arranging the funeral and was very grateful for the support and advice I received from everyone.
I am posting now because I am extremely overwhelmed by life in general and while I kind of have support, I also kind of don't and everyone who has said they're there for me has serious stuff going on and I don't want to burden them.
My business is failing.
I'm in debt.
In the last 18 months two friends have also lost their spouses to cancer - funeral coming up for the second one next month.
Another close friend has thankfully survived cancer, another's Dad is just about to start cancer treatment.
Last night I found out my Dad, who has been living with splenic lymphoma for years is being referred for an urgent CT scan as he had worrying symptoms. My step-Mum is very frail.
DP and I were both only children.
My MIL is in a care home with advanced dementia. She stopped recognising us about three years ago so I don't visit. She has no clue her son is dead. There is some sort of discrepancy between the time her funds ran out and the LA started to contribute and I'm being chased for several thousand pounds. I don't have it but will probably have to liquidate my shop to pay it - it's complicated.
DPs Dad is exceptionally frail. His Step Mum is in the early stages of dementia.
My adult kids are doing their own thing - my son and his partner live with me at present and help as much as they can, but she recently lost her beloved grandfather and is under investigation for serious health issues. They both work hard and deserve a life of their own.
Every time I try to make a plan or get organised it seems some other crisis occurs.
So it feels as though I have no time for / am not allowed feelings.
A person of faith recently told me that God only gives us what we can handle. I resisted the urge to do actual violence, because honestly it feels more like it's a case of how much can be piled on before the test subject goes postal at the moment.
I've weathered a few storms in my life and met DP at 42. We had 11 years which yes, yes, I should be grateful for, but it really doesn't fill the void.
I know I should get counselling perhaps, but I can't afford it and have to be in my shop 6 days a week. Probably 7 but I need to do laundry.
I have a kitten. It helps, but how do I get past the daily feeling of just wanting to disappear? I almost googled how to fake my own death yesterday - I could actually do anything bad to myself because I don't want to hurt my son.
I keep trying and trying to be positive and pro-active - fake it till you make it? But it's really fucking hard.
I'm so sorry for off loading - IRL my friends and family would feel terrible if I offloaded like this and none of them need that. I hate that I'm so self obsessed and lonely and pathetic and God, I miss my DP so much.
Sending thoughts and love to anyone else here struggling.....
I know I'm not the only one.