Visiting my friend

I had to get out of the house today. I was feeling so upset about my aunts passing. So I decided to visit my friend Norma. I went to her house and spent 3 hours with her. It was nice. I needed the distraction, and we just sat and chatted, had a coffee, and I feel much better now.
I also texted eileen, I told her of my aunts passing, but she hasnt texted me back yet. But then again it is the weekend, so she might not get back to me until tomorrow. Thats ok, I didnt need an immediate response, I just really wanted to tell her how I was doing and saying it to her has helped me a lot.
I am still feeling intense grief and sadness about my aunt. We were close, very close, I know she lived in the UK but she was always calling us, and we’d call her, we’d chat about everything, and she was the kind of person you could say anything to.
Her daughter rang us earlier, and she said over the past couple of months they’ve had a really difficult time with their mom, she wouldnt eat, she wouldnt wash, she wouldnt get out of bed, she was very depressed, all she wanted to do was to be with her daughter alison who passed away 18 months ago, after Alison passed she literally just gave up, she had no interest in life, all she did was drink to numb the pain, and so thats why her kidneys and liver packed up. Its a sad sad situation.
I cant believe she’s gone. I cant get my head around it.


Author: Carol anne

I am 40 years young. I'm blind and I have dissociative identity disorder, I also have complex PTSD. I blog about my life with these disorders. I live in Ireland.

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