Last Monday was one year since my brother passed. Not a bad day
In true Allison fashion, however, I was mentally a wreck the rest of the week. My thoughts were jumbled. I couldn’t even clean! The thought of going to the gym killed me. While I was driving around with my boyfriend, I felt myself go into a full-blown panic. I remember standing in Michael’s and staring at some drawing supplies and thinking why am I feeling this way? Did something happen? Did I look at something and had a passing thought about my brother? Frozen in time. That’s exactly how I felt.
I felt this way for over an hour. Afterwards, I was agitated. REALLY agitated. I was genuinely cranky. A few days later and I’m still easily agitated.
Trying to calm down-breathe, relax. I know now this past year, I’ve been way too focused on my parents’ feelings about this whole shit show and not feeling my own.
Shit.
But now that you’ve realised that you need to concentrate on yourself, you can get to it.
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