I'm posting this because I know.
I know what it's like to feel physical pain from grief and the mental torture you're going through.
Because I too haven't thought of anything else for more than a few seconds since this journey began. Because I know what it's like to feel like the world is carrying on without you whilst you're standing still.
Because I know what it's like to have days where you think you will never stop crying. The weeks where you can't eat or sleep or move from bed because you can't possibly be strong enough to bare this.
Because I know what it's like to worry the people around you are tired of 'it'. And I know how it feels trying to pretend for those you love because it isn't their fault, how could they possibly understand?
I know the overwhelming loneliness even when you're surrounded by people. The feeling that you're the only person in the world that this is happening to. The bitterness and jealousy and just plain anger that you are being punished in this way.
Because I know how it feels to be scared and terrified of the 'next time' and wondering how can I go through this again without breaking completely.
Because I know how it feels to block your friends on social media when they make the announcement. You should be happy for them but you aren't.
Because I know how it feels to wonder how on Earth you are just expected to carry on. Go to work, watch a film, go for a meal, live life like yours isn't turning upside down.
Because I know the panic and desperation and the loss of hope so strong it makes you sick.
I know. You aren't alone. I am here too. 