Dad died last month. I feel like I’m ‘coping’ as well as you’d expect in this circumstance.
I just feel so strange. Utterly numb but able to get on with normal life until I get hit by a wave of utter exhaustion. It’s like when I was pg (I’m not!! I’m 48 and that ship has well & truly sailed!)
Is this grief? My mum died 3 years ago and I’m an only child so I’ve had to sort all the practicalities. I’m fucking tired!!
On some level, I know this is all part of the process but it’s just deeply, deeply weird. I’m ok. I have waves of deep sadness and bone-crushing fatigue but then I’m mostly alright.
Was at work on Fri talking with a colleague who’s also been through a recent bereavement. She was in floods and I just felt…nothing. Felt like I was playing a part.
Is there a massive crash coming??! I’m a bit worried that I’m numb and I’m about to get my arse kicked…