I read bereavement experiences but I don’t come across people who have to live through this almost totally alone. Please, at least, I need reassurance that I’m not the only one in this situation.
I’m in a uniquely almost fatal position and I’m worried for myself already. My beloved Grandmother is dying and she is in the USA. I am in the UK. She doesn’t have much time. She is the only person in my life who has showed me real love.
I have no one here. I am estranged from both parents, I don’t have my friends close by in this city, no spouse, no dog, cat, pets and I work from home. I don’t live with friends, only housemates. Whilst they are nice, they are not friends in the sense of the word.
Earlier today I was almost panicking from anticipatory grief. I walked for a long time into town and bought some meal replacement drinks because I’m loosing my appetite. If I can’t eat 350kcal, I’ll have to drink it. The world started falling apart. Everything became grey, cold, empty, meaningless. I didn’t want to go back into my room. It felt too lonely. I felt it would make me go crazy with loneliness.
I’m a little scared to go to sleep. I look at my bed and I have no one to hug, no one to love and to talk to. If I could fall asleep hugging a partner, I’d feel better.
I’ve struggled immensely with loneliness in life. It has been my running theme - bullied at school, abused at home, I had nowhere, no one. It has taken me almost two decades to recover and I’m still doing so. As a consequence of the neglect, I have always found it hard to believe in love hence my single-ness for 34 years and counting.
My Grandmother is the one who sailed with me whilst I have worked on improving my mental health. I felt safe and I felt I was growing. As long as I could call her, I knew I was okay and supported. Through her and with her by my side I felt I could step into the world. I’m here as I am because of her.
The reality today is that I now have to do this by myself. We can no longer talk about my day. She is too tired. Part of the adjustment is knowing that these conversations will never happen again.
I am angry that I have this huge block in my head that feels it is impossible to find love.
There is only one consolation in life that might help me and that is to have my own child. The only thing that will match the love I have for Grandma is to love my own child.
For those of you who dealt with a grief alone, how did you cope? I have friends on WhatsApp but otherwise I think I might need psychological help when she does pass.