My daring Chrissie died on 12th March this year and I know early days and have been given much advice on this site, for which I am thankful. There is a further development which is odd, at least for me. Of course I still have the tears and miss her dreadfully. I would do anything for her to still be alive, but it is not to be. Sorry, going off at a tangent.
I have always been keen on travel. Next town, next village, next county, wherever. Just enjoyed getting out. But now I am having a real struggle getting out of the street door. All I want is to sit indoors and am having to force myself to go out because I know I need to.
Does this happen to other people once grief sets in. Or is it another sign I should be on the Funny Farm? I have never been like this, the opposite in fact, would always try and take my Lovely Chrissie out. I suppose it is because she is not there and so I think, "what is the point?"
I have always been keen on travel. Next town, next village, next county, wherever. Just enjoyed getting out. But now I am having a real struggle getting out of the street door. All I want is to sit indoors and am having to force myself to go out because I know I need to.
Does this happen to other people once grief sets in. Or is it another sign I should be on the Funny Farm? I have never been like this, the opposite in fact, would always try and take my Lovely Chrissie out. I suppose it is because she is not there and so I think, "what is the point?"