Not even that really. Someone else went into that hospital and a new person walked out. Whoever it was that went in is the person who lived that memory - who I am now didn’t. It just feels like I’m spectating it.
Might be something to do with how I’ve not been able to get therapy or see a doctor about anything throughout lockdown, and the only charities I know of that deal with grief support focus on women/widows/children so I can’t get help there either.
With that said, I wouldn’t have taken any help anyway and I still wouldn’t. So hey, who knows? 🤓
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