I think I may have posted earlier in the year after losing my father to suicide and it hasn’t gotten any easier.
Covid struck the world and being at home rather than distracted by work has allowed me far too many moments to ponder and dwell.
I still feel riddled with guilt and sorrow that I couldn’t help him and this fathers day was a brutal reminder, along with his inquest which was perhaps something I should have sat out of in hindsight…
I still find myself seeing him in my sleep a lot and I struggle with anxiety/panic attacks now.
How do you all cope? I’m usually a very positive and happy person, but I now feel like a little boy again and completely lost.