My brother died suddenly six weeks ago. My mum and I went round to his house as she hadn’t heard from him for a few days. He was dead in bed, it was a mess. Such a total massive shock and traumatic.
ive had the image of him in my head since then. I thought I’d got passed that stage as it seemed to fade but it’s back again. I can remember every tiny detail from the time we first walked through the door..
im feeling, sad, stressed, anxious with surges of adrenaline. I’m totally fed up with it. It’s driving me mad. I do have some propranolol, which helps a bit and I’m doing rhythmic breathing.
I suppose I asking, is this normal? Will I get to a stage where my minds at peace with it?