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When I tell people my partner died, some ask how I have coped, that they couldn& #39;t imagine what it& #39;s like.
To provide some in sight, the global shutdown echoes what & how I felt & feel about life.
When my partner died, my life STOPPED, suddenly, irrevocably, shockingly >
To provide some in sight, the global shutdown echoes what & how I felt & feel about life.
When my partner died, my life STOPPED, suddenly, irrevocably, shockingly >
> The trauma I experienced was immense & made & #39;reality& #39; surreal. I couldn& #39;t feel my body, I couldn& #39;t hear & #39;normally& #39;, everything was magnified.
There was no & #39;normal& #39; & there never would be again. >
There was no & #39;normal& #39; & there never would be again. >
> When SUCH a MASSIVE part of you is ripped from you, killed & irretrievably lost, gone, real, but intangible, the question of what is real & what isn& #39;t is unanswerable. >
> NOTHING is & #39;real& #39; any more, nothing is concrete.
I didn& #39;t feel my feet touch the ground, nothing made sense.
Articulate as I am, I could not articulate any of it either, try as I might. >
I didn& #39;t feel my feet touch the ground, nothing made sense.
Articulate as I am, I could not articulate any of it either, try as I might. >
> There are NO rules, NO & #39;usual& #39;, no & #39;me& #39;, there was an us, but that had been shattered.
Reassessing my own being became an existentialist crisis in itself.
I& #39;d lost my home, I was spiritually, emotionally homeless. >
Reassessing my own being became an existentialist crisis in itself.
I& #39;d lost my home, I was spiritually, emotionally homeless. >
> There is no life without love & my beloved was dead in this world & I stuck here.
It is the biggest threat to life there is, trying to process the fact that who you are is gone, it& #39;s a death in itself. >
It is the biggest threat to life there is, trying to process the fact that who you are is gone, it& #39;s a death in itself. >
> There are NO rules, NO & #39;usual& #39;, no & #39;me& #39;, there was an us, but that had been shattered.
Reassessing my own being became an existentialist crisis in itself.
I& #39;d lost my home, I was spiritually, emotionally homeless. >
Reassessing my own being became an existentialist crisis in itself.
I& #39;d lost my home, I was spiritually, emotionally homeless. >
> There is no life without love & my beloved was dead in this world & I stuck here.
It is the biggest threat to life there is, trying to process the fact that who you are is gone, it& #39;s a death in itself. >
It is the biggest threat to life there is, trying to process the fact that who you are is gone, it& #39;s a death in itself. >
> The light went out, I stopped breathing, laughter extinct, happiness an anathema, I had all of that & it died in me, suffocated, fighting for life, trying to decide if there was a point. >
