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Watercolours
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The reality of losing my mum 12 months ago has hit me like an express train this past week... it’s a year this month. So much was happening after her death that I just carried on and didn’t really allow myself to grieve properly but I thought I could handle everything.
I planned the perfect funeral, I then did some travelling in between attending my weekly group therapy until I eventually walked out because I was suicidal and wouldn’t agree to attend one week and stay safe, it was shortly after I was admitted to hospital for three week.
Then I enrolled at college, helped my dad moved, started college and continued on like everything was fine... applied to uni, studied all the time completing forgetting to really allow myself to grieve for my mum.
The first anniversary and officially the second mother’s day have passed and this week it’s like I’ve fell to complete pieces and realised that mum has gone for good and is never going to return... and I’m an emotional wreck.
I’ve constantly been thinking of suicide for the past 48 hours, although have made no plans like I did last year. I just want to take the pills, lie down and not wake up. It’s like I just do not care... I’ve prove to people I am not stupid, especially my father who is still alive my going to college and achieving since September the grades I have, I’ve got my place in university, but I just don’t want to pursue anything anymore...
I’m grieving for both my mum and my dog who I had put to sleep last year shortly before I was admitted to hospital, so much happened last year, and I just pushed myself to forget things and move on and studying was the one thing I threw myself into.
I am still not over the walking out of group therapy or the attachment I had for my psychologist, that has caused me immense pain since I last saw her in May last year, despite having some therapy and discussing at length why I became so attached to her I still cannot forget her. Its sounds stupid but part of my plan was to move away to a whole new town, that I picked out, a new university... and everything to make a FRESH START for me when college finished... and low and behold last September I discovered the psychologist I had feelings for had taken a new job at the hospital in the town of the university I wanted to go to, which posed a major problem for me doing clinical placements, when I found out it felt like my entire world was blown apart in seconds... and I ended picking my second choice university... which poses issues because it means I don’t escape my dad...
Ending it all feels like a better option...
The reality of losing my mum 12 months ago has hit me like an express train this past week... it’s a year this month. So much was happening after her death that I just carried on and didn’t really allow myself to grieve properly but I thought I could handle everything.
I planned the perfect funeral, I then did some travelling in between attending my weekly group therapy until I eventually walked out because I was suicidal and wouldn’t agree to attend one week and stay safe, it was shortly after I was admitted to hospital for three week.
Then I enrolled at college, helped my dad moved, started college and continued on like everything was fine... applied to uni, studied all the time completing forgetting to really allow myself to grieve for my mum.
The first anniversary and officially the second mother’s day have passed and this week it’s like I’ve fell to complete pieces and realised that mum has gone for good and is never going to return... and I’m an emotional wreck.
I’ve constantly been thinking of suicide for the past 48 hours, although have made no plans like I did last year. I just want to take the pills, lie down and not wake up. It’s like I just do not care... I’ve prove to people I am not stupid, especially my father who is still alive my going to college and achieving since September the grades I have, I’ve got my place in university, but I just don’t want to pursue anything anymore...
I’m grieving for both my mum and my dog who I had put to sleep last year shortly before I was admitted to hospital, so much happened last year, and I just pushed myself to forget things and move on and studying was the one thing I threw myself into.
I am still not over the walking out of group therapy or the attachment I had for my psychologist, that has caused me immense pain since I last saw her in May last year, despite having some therapy and discussing at length why I became so attached to her I still cannot forget her. Its sounds stupid but part of my plan was to move away to a whole new town, that I picked out, a new university... and everything to make a FRESH START for me when college finished... and low and behold last September I discovered the psychologist I had feelings for had taken a new job at the hospital in the town of the university I wanted to go to, which posed a major problem for me doing clinical placements, when I found out it felt like my entire world was blown apart in seconds... and I ended picking my second choice university... which poses issues because it means I don’t escape my dad...
Ending it all feels like a better option...