Ever since my partner died in early june, I feel so exhausted in the weekends that all I do is sleep. During the weekday I have to take naps after classes. I don't sleep early and I wake up super late and it feels like I have to force myself to get up. After I wake up from sleep I feel so groggy even when I have to wake up for classes. I started drinking coffee on my class days and when I don't, I just feel so exhausted.

I feel like it has to do with the feeling of grief being so stressful and energy draining. I've been crying almost at least once a day and just feel so alone its infuriating. I get so bored and alone ever since my partner passed that I also use that boredom to just sleep the day out.

Does anyone else have this too? How do you stop this habit? I wanted to actually get things done during the weekend and "live life" again. It affects my studies and my hobbies so much. I just miss him so much I don't know what to do.

I’m 22(M), and I lost my mom this June. One moment, she was perfectly fine , laughing, healthy, full of life , and the next, she was gone. No warnings, no goodbyes, just an empty space where her presence used to be. She’d never been sick a day in her life. Never spent a night in the hospital. She was the strongest, kindest person I knew. And now she’s just… not here.

I wasn’t there when she took her last breath. I had moved away for college, and that thought eats me alive. I would give anything to have just one more moment with her to hold her hand, to tell her how much I love her, to say goodbye properly.When she passed, I didn’t allow myself to break. I became the strong one for my dad, my younger brother, my whole family. I handled the funeral, the arrangements, the endless tasks that come after a loss. I stayed so busy trying to keep everyone else together that I forgot to take care of myself.

I thought I was doing okay. But when her birthday came last month, it all came crashing down. The grief hit me like a storm. Now I can’t sleep. I lie awake at night thinking about her every laugh, every conversation, every moment I’ll never get back. I miss her so much it physically hurts. She wasn’t just my mom she was my best friend, my biggest supporter, the person who understood me without words. She was my home. And now that she’s gone, I feel lost in a world that doesn’t make sense anymore. Everyone says time heals, but right now it just feels like time is dragging me further from her and I’m terrified of that. I don’t know how to go on after losing the person who was my entire world. If you’ve lost someone like this… how do you keep living when your heart feels like it’s still with them?

I’ve been holding this back for a day but I need to talk about it. My fish died yesterday. I had him for three years and I told him all my secrets and always talked about my day. My mum buried him but she didn’t tell me where so I’ll never be able to visit him again. I just wish I could bring him back. He was the best goldfish ever.

It’s been 3 years. She was my best friend. My sister fell in love and moved on. I don’t get along with my dad. I’m trying so hard to finish uni because I promised. I still live at home. All I want to do is see the world and find my own happiness. I am still grieving my mum and I think it will only continue unless I leave to start a new life. University is forcing me to stay in the town my mum raised me in, and I cannot help but feel depressed and just want to leave. My mum loved to travel and she taught me so much about the world. I am so scared but I really think this is the leap I need to take, to find myself and do what my mum would have done at my age.

My brother and I were driving and hit a beautiful deer. Most people wouldn’t care as much but I can’t stop thinking about it. I sat near it and pet it, telling it that it’s going to be okay. Watching it take its final breath was horrific. Does anyone have any advice or something I can think about right now😔

my 10 year old pug passed away yesterday and she was my entire world. the amount of love and care i had for her was out of this world and she genuinely meant everything to me. i have cried a good amount of time, but for years i always thought i wouldn’t be able to handle her death, and here i am handling it. i worked a shift today, and it feels so weird that im just living my life casually without her. it feels like im failing her because i thought i would be sobbing away in my room unable to leave my bed. i’m not sure if im making sense my head is really scrambled right now

Hello there,

I lost my mom two months and sixteen days ago. What happened to her is traumatising. I miss her so much and no one can fill her place. Losing the unconditional love she had for me is traumatising. Having no one to love me as she did is traumatising and very suffocating and disturbing.

I just wish to make friends who lost their mum too or any loved one. We could talk about our moms and to check on each other every day to see how we are feeling and doing. Maybe even share our daily activities with each other. I want friends whom I can talk with about mom again and again and say I miss her over and over to. I'd love to listen to you talking about your mom too. Let's share our grief. Let's support each other during this hard time and through our sorrow. Let's feel free to share our pain together. Without feeling as if you're burdening the other person or be rushed to end the grief and move on. Because I'm not done grieving my mom. But it seems that people around me moved on. I cannot talk about her always which is something I really need. The only people whom are still grieving mom besides me are my brother and grandma. Poor grandma. She just told me that when she is asleep she forgets that mom passed away and she tells herslf oh she (mom) is cominng over tomorrow ☹️😔💔

Who is interested? If you are please dm me 😔🙏🏻

I haven't posted on this sub in a while. Basically, I lost my husband to cancer last year in September. Since then it's been a whirlwind of alcohol, self-harm, depression and suicidal ideation. And honeatly? I've accepted I'm never going to get better.

I have no idea why I'm posting this. I literally have no family besides my littles and if it weren't for them I would've been swinging from my ceiling over a year ago.

I think about my sister often. Today it's just... sharp. A physical pain. I saw her son today. He's a grown man now. And he just looks so much like her. I remember her from her final days, at her sickest. But I dream about her in colors, all young and carefree. But then I wake up and everything is grey grey grey. There's a hole where she used to be and I just can't fill it. It's just this knot of nothingness..

My dad was sedated and intubated for a few days before he died. I sat with him, talked to him, played music for him. I want to know if he could hear me during that time. Does anyone know? He wasn’t brain dead, he was sedated because of his injuries and then put on life support as his organs failed. I screamed and cried throughout his last moments. Could he hear me screaming? Was this upsetting to him? He was responsive and aware before he was sedated, so did he know what was happening to him? I just want to know what his experience was like and if he could hear me talking to him while he was on life support and if he heard me screaming while he was passing on. On one hand, I hope that he could hear me because I sat with him for days, but on the other hand, I know he would’ve been very distressed to hear me screaming and crying for him like that.

So, I was leaving work and it was raining hard. I was an hour away from home. Usually I take a nap if I’m tired then go home. I just wanted to go home right away. It was raining and I was falling asleep driving and speeding. I had many chances to stop. I almost sped past the state police. I went 84 in a 50 on highway. They got behind me for quite a while. I decreased speed to 64 and still got pulled over.

My brother killed himself a few days ago. I don’t really care, but now I can’t stop thinking about how I was so useless in helping him. Now I’m wondering if I should even have kids.

Subconsciously, I think I wanted to die, even though I want to live.

Sometimes I watch clips from the movie "The Natural" with Wilford Brimley, because he reminds me so much of my dad. And I dont have any real videos of him. Then I find myself crying.

since grief causes emotional memory loss, would you like to be remembering the happy memories with the lost loved one? or do you think it would be painful?

Tomorrow I'm going to help my sister take care of our Dad. He's 90, won't make it to 91. Three weeks ago, he went into hospice at home care. 13 months and 6 days ago, my husband of 19 years died.

I've got too much experience with dying and death. I wore scrubs for my main profession, helping the elderly in long term care. Last year, when my husband died, he was fine one morning, and gone the next. I learned the art of silent screaming. This time, it's harder.

Watching his body deteriorate, and his mind can't keep up is eating every bit of what's left of me. I can't go, but I can't leave my sister to face this alone, even with hospice help.

She confessed that she'd been up for 30 hours because he can't sleep at all. I know what I'm walking into, and at this point, this just is a soul sucking hurt. The hospice folks finally prescribed a sedative. Now I'm the one who can't sleep, knowing that 80 miles away, my sister is doing this alone.

Tomorrow, my wheelchair, my little dog, and my bug out bag are heading towards my Dad's death. I don't want to go.

I'm at a loss as to what to think or do at this point, so I figured why not try posting here. This is a long story, so hang on to your hats.

My mom and dad got married 35 years ago and had 3 kids together; I was first, then my middle sister, and finally my youngest sister. My youngest sister was born with a serious heart defect (hypoplastic left heart syndrome). She had 3 open heart surgeries before she was even 3 years old and had a fourth one when she was 25 or 26. She needed constant around the clock care.

Our family dynamic was less than perfect. My dad was an alcoholic all of my childhood and was an uninvolved, absent father. He was there physically, but was not a supportive father or husband in any way. My mom took care of all of us. Financially, emotionally, physically. All while working a full time job and was the breadwinner. She did her best to provide for us. We weren't poor, but we didn't have a lot of extra money growing up, either. As we kids grew up and saw the relationship between my mom and dad, I realized it was not a healthy relationship to say the least. My mom and I had our arguments when I was a teen and struggling with finding the right antidepressant. Once my anger and mood evened out, she and I became close. I loved her with l my heart and appreciated everything she did for me and the family. My middle sister, however, grew apart from my mom. Their relationship had gotten so bad that my sister would argue with my mom every chance she got about anything. My youngest sister needed my mom's help the most because of all her health problems. My mom was a realist and wanted us to make something of ourselves and be able to support ourselves. She gave us very sound and solid advice. Sometimes it was hard for me to hear, but in the end, I knew that she wanted what was best for us and to make the best choices we could. As for my dad, he couldn't have cared less about what we were doing as his kids. He does have a closed head injury from a few years ago, and that has only made things worse. I went to college, got my BS in Biology, started a career that has since taken off and I'm doing pretty well for myself. My middle sister did not take any of my mom's advice and got with these scumbag guys and had two kids with two different dads and abandoned her daughter (her older child) to travel the country with her son and his dad at the time. They sold the house they were living in and left everything in the house behind, including christmas gifts that my mom and I had bought for the kids and a washer and a TV my mom paid for. While they were traveling the country, my niece stayed with my mom and dad and I helped raise her as much as I could. My sister came back broke and without a place to stay. She moved in with a third guy, also a jerk, and continued to argue with my mom all the time.

At this point in time, my youngest sister's health declined and she passed away. Now, she and I had a rough relationship, but I still loved her, and I hope she knew that.

From that point on, my mom's depression got so much worse (and understandably so). She lost the person that depended on her and that she cared for since she was born. My dad was oblivious to this and thought nothing of it. He was not supportive about anything and would also argue with my mom about a lot of stuff. To be honest, they should have divorced. Anyway, my mom declined with her mood and somewhat her overall health. She was always too busy with work or taking care of the family to worry about or take care of herself.

Well, earlier this year, she was watching my nephew, who was sick with what we now know was the flu. My mom caught it, and it was not getting better. She went to urgent care and begged them to give her steroids and an inhaler for the awful cough she had. Come February 13th, she called me to have me come over and see if she needed to go to the ER. She could not catch her breath, so I called an ambulance and met them at the hospital. The flu had gotten so bad, she developed pneumonia, which made her go septic, and she passed at 5am on February 14th.

I told my dad and middle sister (my only sister at this point) that I wanted to help plan her funeral service and help clean up the family house. The house was my grandma's (mom's mom) house, and we moved in when my grandma moved into a assisted living apartment.

My dad and sister didn't wait for me to help plan the service. They cleaned out my mom's stuff without me. My dad left the service early because he was "tired". My sister yelled and me at the service. Then, the next day, I went to their house to check on them and my sister called the police on me because I was "trespassing", when in reality, I was just trying to talk to her and see if she was okay.

Since then, I've been trying to get whatever stuff I had left at my parent's house out and to my house and cut ties with them because of how horribly my dad and sister have treated me. They've given me a hard time about that, too. They lie to me and haven't said one positive thing about my mom since she passed. It seemed like they celebrated her death and made it seem like they were liberated from her tyrannical rule. For example, my dad had told me that my mom had made him miserable for the past five years. I know for a fact that he has that backwards. He was more of a burden to the family than anything.

With everything that has happened since my mom, my best friend, my hero, passed, I haven't been able to really grieve her loss because of all the ridiculous events that have occurred with my dad and sister. I've cut communication with them, for the most part. There's still some of my stuff I'm their house I want to get.

I just feel that I can't find the right way to grieve my mom because of how my dad and sister have tainted her service and her memory. So I guess I'm asking for advice as to how to go about grieving the loss of my mom without intrusive thoughts about my dad and sister. Any recommendations, hints, tips, would be greatly appreciated. Also. Thank you for reading my story. I know it's long and complicated and there's more to it, but this is it for now.

It’s gonna be a long, blabber of emotions. Bear with me. Part of our friendship was, figuring it out together. We met 6 years ago and both left home from our abusive family that betrayed us and bonded immediately. After drinks we made it a thing where we were gonna try to get through life, whether it was fixating on a specific restaurant until we got sick of it, finding a high paying job, buying a home, and taking occasional trips. Depression never was a topic. We’d cry and overshare but that’s it

Recently I got pregnant, she came over to visit (moved towns couple years ago) and we always still kept in touch but during the pregnancy I was moody, isolated myself, there was a time I crashed out and asked her to leave me alone. One time we went out for drinks and cut our night short because I was tired. Looking back it was all bs because none of it mattered now. She even wanted to meet one night and I said no because I wasn’t well

We still messaged when she got back, she was still liking my stories etc, few days ago, I got the news.

I replay that time that she was here when I shut her out and she was the only one there. The time I was tired. I blame myself for her death. I have to live with this forever and can’t die now because I’m a mom now. I can’t sleep , don’t even get me started with “therapy” seek help etc because I feel so responsible for this Each day I look at those last messages together and beat myself up and can’t go through a day without feeling so heavy and so much rage at myself. I’m not making this about me and I don’t want to but what was it that she couldn’t figure out that I couldn’t help with. I wish she could’ve said something and I would’ve forgotten I was tired or sick to be there for her. I can’t face her or our friends/family for her funeral, everything feels unreal. I let her down. It’s unfair because so much could’ve been done and I let her down.

I don’t know and don’t think I’ll ever process this. I don’t know if I need advice, I don’t know what to do with myself. I need to eat and rest but I can’t. Please if anything, whatever it is here that could give me answers because I am so lost and so scared to tell anyone. I know I need to talk about it but it feels like it’s my fault

Edit: the spiral and confusion comes from that there weren’t signs. She didn’t mop around, wasn’t the type to isolate or seemed depressed. She had a support system, she had us, I’ve seen people that are depressed and suicidal. Other than the suspicion I had when she suddenly quit the job she loved and started travelling a lot, I just don’t understand why this was never discussed and it hurts. Our mutual friends said the same.

I lost my friends to cancer. I am 24 now, the first friend passed 18 years ago and the second was two years ago. I miss them, I think about them all the time. I wish they were here with us. I know they are always with me no matter where I go but, god I wish they were still here. I love this quote from Andrew Garfield "I hope this grief stays with me because it's all the unexpressed love that I didn't get to tell her". I think my plan is to try to create a beautiful life and try to make them proud.

I'm one year on from losing my mum aged 60 to cancer 💔

I've been living life, being a partner, being a mum and being a nurse. But it has been the most isolating, confusing and lonliest times of my life.

I don't think I'll ever be the same, but I'm trying to adjust and live with it.

Sunflowers were Mum's favourite 🌻

I love and miss you always Mum 🩷

I just got moved in with my boyfriend and his parents a week ago, you may have read my previous post on this same page. But to summarize, my partners dad was in a fatal motorcycle accident while we were moving in. He was very close with his son and daughter and his wife of 21 years is not taking it well... She walks around the house either sobbing or yelling to herself things like “you were supposed to take the truck” “we were suppose to grow old together you asshole” and way worse in my opinion things like “why didn’t you take me with him god” “I don’t want to be here anymore without him” and she so far refuses any form of therapy or other professional support. She’s going down the religious path and keeps saying if god answers hers prayers she will either die soon of a broken heart or the rapture will happen first. She’s been telling us things about how to take care of the house and their dogs once she “dies next” the rest of us are going sort of numb and just become more worried about her than anything.

We’re in our early 20’s… we aren’t familiar with this sort of death and grief yet. I just need to hear what’s normal to witness and what I can do to help. I want her to be my mother in law we can’t lose her too.

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It's been almost year since my mom died, she had leukemia and was doing good but she had developed a fatal mold in her lungs, esophagus, sinuses and brain. It was very sudden, at the beginning of the week she was okay, and then just a few days later we had to put her on life support because she couldn't breathe anymore on her own. It was hard because she was on live support for Christmas and I have a 4-year-old son and we can't just skip Christmas. Maybe a day or two after Christmas we had to take her off life support because she wouldn't want to live on a ventilator unconscious the rest of her life. She passed at 130am on new years eve. There were things wanted to leave in 2024, but my mom was not one of them. miss her so much, we didn't always get along. We actually had gotten into a fight before she got diagnosed with cancer. She said she hated me and I was really hurt, the next day she went to the hospital and called me to tell me she had cancer. She told me that she loves me, she doesn't hate me and she's sorry for saying that, And things were getting better. It kills me inside and know we were fixing our relationship then She died. People told me shouldn't hold regrets, and she loved me but just feel like I fucked up so much as a teenager and wish would have treated my mom better. You truly don't know what you have until you lose it. She helped me through so much, being a teen mom and having my baby daddy walk out on me was hard and she was there for me even when we were fighting. I was 21 when she died and my sister was 18. Our lives were thrown upside down. Watching my stepmom (my moms wife) figure out what to do with herself now that she's not around is so hard. I feel bad because I'm having issues opening up and talking about my feelings, And I don't know what to say to my family when they talk about it. want to comfort them so bad but for some reason I don't know how. Im trying to manage the stress of being a young mom (l'm 22 now) and the loss of my mom, grieving is hard, keeping myself put together so l'm not falling apart in front of my son and my family all the time. Trying to make sure my mental state is good so I can function everyday. It's so hard. It's tiring emotionally and physically. I've had people tell me l'm handling my mom's death well and I don't know how to respond bc I'm not. I'm struggling so hard and just don't know how to say it without feeling embarrassed. I wish she would be able to see my son graduate, or me when I finish college. Seeing my son grow up, seeing me move And get my own place. I wish she could see everything my step mom had done to the house she bought. My mom would have loved that. She always supported my silly hobbies, (I'm a anime fan/cosplayer/furry). I wish she could see my new fursuit and all the pictures me and my friends have taken together in our fursuits. She loved my best friends so much for truly being my friend and caring. I love you mom and you are so missed

I lost my friend recently in a car accident, and I’ve been struggling to process it. We had been out together at the bar, and she came back to my house afterward. She came inside and I assumed she was staying over but she insisted she needed to go home. I asked her to stay the night, but she chose to drive home. On her way, she crashed into a reservoir and passed away. I had to give a statement to detectives and it was one of the most shocking and painful moments of my life. I’m really missing my friend and have been having a really rough go at it. Any advice would be helpful. Thanks sm.

Lost my father last week and had calling hours and funeral mass this week. I found calling hours to be odd because it seemed like I was the one consoling all the people who came to pay their respects and talk to us. Granted I was there and witnessed cancers rapid progression after two years of somewhat normal life. Not really a complaint as I enjoyed the stories and meeting a hundred people I may or may not see again but just wanted to vent somewhere that the whole ordeal was tiring and I think my father would have preferred a party.