My Mother passed away July 29th, 2011. She would have been 70 August 14th.
I thought, after the intial shock, that I was ok. Of course I think about her everyday. Not a minute goes by that I don't think about her. But recently for the past few days I've felt like I've been run over by a mac truck. I can't even look at my kids, step outside my door and see the sky or anything for that matter without breaking down into tears.
The pain in my heart is so intense. I've completely confined myself to my house. I've stoped taking care of myself, of my kids, of my home. I get so angry I've actually yelled at my children, and the whole time I'm doing these out of the ordinary things, in the back of my head I ask myslef Why? I can't seem to focus on anything, I keep forgetting the mosy mundane things. I just feel so lost, and so alone.
My fiance gets angry at me because I have confided my feelings to one of my guy friends who has also lost his mother. My fiance' thinks I should be talking to him about these things. But why? My fiance's mother is living, breathing and lives just 5 minutes away from us. How can he know my pain in the least.
I just want to be numb. I've taken Xanax, way more then perscribed, to make my pain go away. I know my fiance' is right, the pain will only go away for a short period of time, but at least I get that small amount of peace.
Another thing that hurts, is during my pain, I lashed out at my younger sister. I said things I never ment to say. I know I hurt her or pissed her of. I wrote to her and apologized, letting her know it was never her fault for how I was acting, that I just didn't know how to deal with this. And that the reason I havent been to visit is because I don't think I can emotionally handle seeing my mom's house or see my dad without my mom by his side without breaking down. She hasn't written back, so I'm really taking that kind of hard.
I'm in a pretty bad slump today. So bad my fiance' called my therapist, in turn she called the police to my house. By the time they got here I had fallen asleep from all the drugs I took and they didn't even bother to check on me or enter my home. Not that I wanted them to as I had no idea they had been called.
I can't go back to the mental hospital, I just can't. I don't want to lose my children and being there only made me more depressed then anything else. I'm just hurting inside, hurting so bad that I feel like I don't even want to be alive myself anymore. I just want to end it all. For the pain to stop.
God help me please