yeah. shit, yeah that do be like that sometimes.
Milk's advice is good, and yet therapy ain't the cheapest thing. also it's gotta be timely and well-suited for max effectiveness, which may or may not hinge on other personal work first. it is perhaps extra tough for many Hispanics too
they poured your curb and gutter and paved your street and you should be damn grateful partner
actually another sign i'm a white Hispanic i don't even like the Smiths
but yeah nah that got a lot more play than anticipated. it's not this big all-consuming life-destroying trauma or the like, i've no depression, don't even have anxiety, more or less successful in my professional pursuits and volunteer and am learning an instrument and all the rest.
but it is a sorrow that doesn't really go anywhere, i don't miss him any less and unquestionably still love him more than i love any living person. i've done therapy before and gotten little out of it, but a support group did help with one loss when i was younger so perhaps i should look into something like that. if she's up for it i would also be willing to fuck Alexandra Daddario for a while to process.
mostly i wanted to get my quarantine bitch on. he was the best man i've ever known, nearly all of what is good in me came from him, and he was a fine father, and i had him until 29, which is all a lot luckier than most people and i am grateful for it.
thanks for the sympathy and sass tho you gay nerds.
My Great Grandfather recently died and I really didn't care that much because that dude was a jackass to our side of the family. Shit I'll never say irl.
Grief is a fucking bitch and completely personal. Ive lost both my parents , anniversary of losing both was April ( mom was 15 years ago, dad was 4 years ago) and today was my late dad's birthday.
My mom was my absolute rock through life as I grew up emotionally and mentally abused by dad so that was definitely different for me. I made peace at the end but still felt weird having him gone too.
This last month has seen me at my worst since I lost my mom all those years ago. Starting a new job position, training was hell , stress about being exposed daily to the virus , essential worker and trying to balance my mental health while all my vacation plans which is one way I deal with stress has all come tumbling down.
I don't think I'll ever get over it , and I stopped trying recently. I just have days now , some good , some bad and some just fucking awful. Therapy doesn't work for me , drinking is my self therapy and before this madness hit was hiking regularly and focusing on my health as priority. I've slipped a but trying to regroup again. Don't feel guilty about anything just know you aren't alone.
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that's definitely a part of where i'm at too, i don't really want to move on. i prefer him dead to most of the living and as long as it isn't resulting in morbid self-destruction (the emotional retardation in intimate relationships is obviously a problem to be worked on) long hair don't care.
i mean have you seen the living
the waking world is giving me Tyven
this is the best it can do
You've still got Zoidberg
You've all got Zoidberg
@AG, I think the best you can do is recognize that the pain you feel means he had true purpose in life by having someone care so much.
My father’s passing (6 years ago) was weird for me. I still kinda feel like it never happened. I gave birth three days after he died, so I couldn’t go to the wake/funeral. I wasn’t there for any of the paper sorting or anything. The whole period was this weird fuzziness of pure sadness of losing my father and pure joy of having my son that most of it is blocked from my memory.
With that being said, it’s like my brain will imagine I just haven’t gotten a chance to talk to him for a bit and then randomly I will find a photo or object of his and just burst into tears as if I just found out he died.
But again, that means he was/is loved. And let me tell you, he wasn’t perfect, but God did he try his best to earn love. So that sadness is an awesome gift I can give to him. As long as I pair it with happily of his memories, of course.
welcome to the dead parents club bud hi-five
wait is your mom alive? if so you gotta leave again
Sath and Batman is a pretty exclusive club
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3 of my grandparents lasted into their mid 90s, my parents are 71 and I expect them to last quite a while.
Can't imagine them being gone.
nobody in the history of my entire family, both sides, has ever lived longer than 68. lot of funerals in my family