I'm not ready to go to the G.P as I'm crying writing this and saying the words will be harder.
This is totally outing so I changed my user name, so this is what happened
My dad was never in great health but his partner looked after him well and during covid he collapsed and he not only had covid but double pneumonia as well as suffering from asbestosis, he never had the jab and we thought we were going to lose him then but he pulled through, and we had many more good years.
In late November he was feeling a bit off so his partner made appointments and he's was admitted into hospital as his kidneys were not working as well as expected, at this time he was expected to make a good recovery and come home, during this time we had to inform him that his sister passed away, we left to go to our home abroad for a few weeks and before we left the last thing we did was visit my dad .
2 days after we got a call to say our dog that one of my sons was looking after had been let out by contractors working on his house, 3 hours of hell and people on Facebook commenting on where he had been spotted and even the police were involved as he was seen running down a dual carriageway, anyway he's was found in a factory grounds after a 10 mile jolly.
Then 2 days after this on the Saturday my other son returned from a holiday he went on with his ex and their children as she booked it then decided she couldn't do it alone so he went with her, I spoke to him that morning to let him know what ward his grandad was on as he wanted to visit, a few hours after I got a phone call from his ex saying the police were looking for him as he was missing, at first I didn't understand but he had gone off to kill himself, me and my husband were beside ourselves, we tried booking flights home but all flights were cancelled as their was a storm, all our other children were out looking for him as well as friends, extended family and the police.
The police put it on their Facebook that they were looking for him so I then had to contact the army as one of my other sons is serving and I didn't want him seeing this over Facebook and I needed someone with him as he is based miles away.
He was found by the police on beachy head, he had also taken an overdose and taken a rope with him to make sure he wasn't going to survive.
He was arrested and taken to the hospital and sectioned.
We were still trying to get flights home and we got one for Tuesday, on the Sunday I was getting things sorted and help for my other children and grandchildren as well as packing up our holiday house, on the Monday morning my daughter called to let me know my dad died that morning on his 79th birthday, I didn't even get to say happy birthday to him.
We got back to the UK and my son's care overtook everything and I was just doing what I needed to I had to hold it all together, then on the Sunday my uncle (on my mum's side) died.
December was just funeral arrangements and visiting my son on the psycatric ward.
My son went back to work last month and had his first ever panic attack and we had to go and get him.
I can't sleep without thinking will I see him again
I want to grieve for my dad and I get tearful but then I stop as it seems like I am taking away compassion that my son needs.
I feel like I'm numb yet I hurt so much and I can't describe the overbearing feeling of doom that I have.
I have explained to the GP what happened and that I'm not sleeping so he gave me 5 sleeping tablets and asked what else i wanted from him.......
It's this just depression? Grief? PTSD? Or just me feeling sorry for myself