Hello. I don't want to underestimate anyone's real loss and grief, but I can't think of describing this feeling any other way. I am on my own with 2 boys who are now 8&13, and this year has been hellish for us, including leaving our home of 9 years, 3 home moves, homelessness, and buying a house which needs whole renovations. I have kept them at their schools and clubs throughout, I just had to commute.
I don't know what this feeling is, and I understand it could have been brought on due to stress, but I feel such a sense of loss. I wonder around crying thinking about the boys when they were younger, the things we used to do, I feel immense guilt at not always appreciating my time with them, I go around picking up their stuff and crying, I go to places we've been and walked in and the memories feel visceral, the pain of it washes over me. I sound dramatic and extreme but that's how it feels.
At first I had no idea why I was feeling this way, but now I think its due to them getting older...does anyone else have experience of this? It would be good to feel less alone, and maybe not like I'm losing my mind.