The loss of my psychiatrist has created a hole that cannot just be patched up. I feel so empty. On top of everything, it is my weekend with the kids. All I want to do is crawl into a ball and go to sleep.
I don’t feel like I fit in anywhere. Feelings of abandonment have taken over. My senses are overactive and heightened. I love my kids, yet selfishly, I want time to grieve.
Trauma makes trusting people hard. To lose someone that I trust so much is a real blow. I wonder if I will be able to get through all of the negative and to find the positive in all of this?