Nearly two years ago I lost a parent completely unexpectedly when they dropped dead with no warning.
It was the start of what has been (and continues to be) the worst time of my life.
My partner ended things a few weeks later, which left me and my young child (from previous relationship) without a home of our own. We have been staying with my other parent since then.
Immediately afterwards, I was bullied out of my job which I’d had (and loved) for many years. With hindsight I can see it was simply a continuation of an underhand restructure plan that had been subtly set in motion before my bereavement, but it took a particularly nasty turn afterwards. Pathologising my grief, gaslighting me, isolating me, inventing performance concerns, false paper trail of capability issues, etc. After a year of this, it finally ended in settlement, and not only resulted in the loss of my job, but also the friendships I thought I had with my colleagues.
I went straight into a new job. I thought I would finally have the space to be able to grieve my losses but it’s been so hard. I put on a brave face, get up and dust myself off everyday, but it’s exhausting and progress is slow. As pathetic as it sounds two years on, I have flashbacks and nightmares and relive the trauma of the three incidents or losses which feel like multiple bereavements in a way.
Now my other parent has started showing signs of a serious degenerative/life limiting illness and is having diagnostic tests for that. Another very close relative is having serious health issues that may be life limiting. I feel like I am wading through treacle every single day and I don’t know how much more I can take.
It’s all so lonely and isolating. My life feels chaotic and completely out of my control. I’ve never felt pain or grief like this and it’s hard to see when it will ever end.