It's happened every year since he died but this year feels worse than usual.
I feel completely alone and isolated from everyone. There are moments where I feel like I'm not even here / my body isn't real.
It's like something about this time makes me zoom out so I can see all the damage he did, see the utter wasteland that is my brain and it all just feels like too much for me to ever be able to fix.
And I know it's unfair, irrational and unkind but I am so jealous of people grieving non-abusive Dads who they loved, who they miss and wish were still here. I wish I knew what that felt like. I wish this was something I could 'get through', sustained by happy (or at least not awful) memories.
It feels like there is no end to this.