Does anyone get emotional reading other post on here ? It’s getting on for almost 14 months now since I lost mum. Life feels tough being on my own in the flat I shared with mum. Even keeping on top of things ain’t easy. Not to mention various bills including the evil Council Tax and then being diagnosed with Myeloma Cancer back in June. Even though mum left me with money, it won’t last. I not worked since June because of Myeloma. Like most on here I’m just jumping from 1 day to the other and starting again. Repeat, repeat so my life trudges on! I think about mum and my life I had with her and all the things we did together even my upbringing. Some days are better then others but I always return to this kind of state. Will it ever end it does life get worse ? I come here and post because I can relate to a lot of post on these forums and feel I’m around people like myself.
Yes get all that. Especially the trudge word. Life missing someone whoever takes time to adjust. I go on here as well because of identifying with a lot of what is said too. Really tough for you coping with melanoma cancer as well. I seem to have various health issues too without going into them. And the bills stress me too. My husband used to sort them out. Yes can get emotional reading other posts because it triggers. But can get tips as well.
I went to get my vaccines today and stood in a huge snake like queue outside which was more sensible than lots people inside like before all passing on things. But the good thing about queuing is people chat and I enjoyed that as there was a nice NHS worker waiting for half an hour. Strangely I didn’t mind so much going. My mother used to make jokes and she has been dead 28 years. She would turn a sad situation round when she was well. But when she was depressed she wasn’t like that ever. She was either one or the other. On my own I chuckle to myself like she did to cheer herself up. Yesterday I went to her grave to see a new headstone I have just had erected. I put flowers there. I still imagine she would have quite liked the flowers. She would have said I should have given her more when she was alive. Well I couldn’t as I was working and being up my kids.
I went by her old home where I lived as a child.