I just wish I could cook my grandmother some jalapeños poppers that I grew in my garden 💚💚💚 Do you ever truly get over a loss?

She passed away suddenly from a heart attack that led into cardiac arrest.

Yes it was sad. I was home when it happened. I had to give cpr and wait for the medics to come. Longest 8 minutes of my life. She was very healthy. At the gym the day before and served her best friends birthday dinner hour before this all happened.

It’s been 4 years and I sometimes go to pick the phone up and call her

Yes! I have voice mails. I play them over and over. Talking about the coupon I lost she found next to the fridge 😂 I enjoy talking about her every chance I can 

Sorry for your loss! I don’t think you can ever completely get over it, but teh good thing is, with time you learn to deal with it and to let it allow to remember the good memories

My friend isn't even hanging out with me she's just talking to her boyfriend, and she invited me over. And she’s on a call with him. My grandma just fucking died and she doesn’t give probably a fuck about it. And she’s legit sleeping on a zoom call. I can’t sleep and I wanna go home but her b-days tomorrow and if I leave Im a horrible friend. Im tired but I’m sad and sugar high. 

Frustration

My granny just passed away this morning. Don't really know what to say. This world's not shi, I been ready to leave.

Loss

rest in peace grandma 

Black bird singing in the dead of night... Take these broken wings and learn to fly all your life, you been always waiting for this moment to arrive

Conflict

My bestfriend lost her father recently and it was so sudden. She is very much an introvert and won't open up easily. She is completely shattered now how can i help her?

Confusion

 Back in Jan. 1991, my mother who had breast cancer that ended up being a brain tumor. My father a me took care of my mother at home for about 9 or so months. She then went into the hospital. I slept in her room for a month or so. That whole time I was totally isolated. No visitors or phone calls for a year. Then in march of 1992, my youngest brother committed suicide. The minute I was told, I immediately went into a state of deep depression. I felt like dying all the time so I started smoking crack. It was the thing that took my mind off of dying. During that time I found out that my daughter wasn't mind. Then my older brother in California died.  One of my two best friends came over and spent the night. We had pizza and beer. He calls me a day later and says his arm went numb and that he was in the hospital. He called a few times saying don't bother coming to the hospital because he'll be home the next day. A day after that his wife called me and told me Jeff had died. This made me way more  depressed. Later that year I found out that my other best friend had been murdered. On top of this, I used to watch a particular female newscaster. She reminded of a friend's cousin. I didn't see her for awhile. Then it was announced that she had cancer and would be back after her treatment. Next thing I know they are announcing that she died. I was depressed but I thought that I was still grieving. This went on for sixteen years. I finally got some help at the VA hospital but my life had changed for good. Every one who I had loved was dead and everyone who loved me was dead. I went from being a extrovert to being an introvert. I was afraid that if I cared about you, you would die. I had a few so called fair weather friends during that time but it wasn't the same. Forward to 2019. The pandemic hit. My father died in 2010. He was living in assisted living. They found him dead in his apartment. I  live alone and was scared that if I got the shots I would go home a die alone. I just got my shots two or three weeks ago. I have been literally alone with no one to talk to for two years and I have chronic insomnia from working at Amazon. I'm not looking for sympathy. I just wanted to get this off my chest. I have been holding all of this in since 1991.

Mental Health

It's been more than a year since I lost dad and nothing is same anymore. I miss him.

Aim to be the strongest person at your father's funeral that everyone, in their grief and misery, can rely on.
Jordan B. Peterson  

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