If you can stay with me for this long winded post I'll be really grateful.
I hope this story won't upset anyone.
In my local town a boy was found dead near his school. I had a call later that night off my mother and father to tell me it was my young cousin. He was my cousin's son. So second cousin I guess. I met him at family things a handful of times and sent Christmas cards but I wouldn't say we were exactly close. Rumours spread very fast round here and it wasn't long before it emerged that he had taken his own life because of bullying.
I have never reacted like this over the death of a distant relative but I have never cried so much in my life. Just the thought of the misery he must have endured and the grief his parents must be going through is making my insides squirm. I have suffered from depression for about 3 years and at my worst felt suicide was my only way out, but once I got my treatment under control I started to recover very slowly.
Is grief worse when you're pregnant because of the hormones? My husband has told me to get my crying done and try and move on if i can but every night Ive gone to sleep I think enough now tomorrow is another day and I just feel no better. I wake up, remember, and start feeling tormented all over again.
Please go easy on me but any advice would be much appreciated