5 days. That’s all. 5 days since my mum passed away. 5 days since the bottom fell off of my world.
I look at myself in the mirror and there’s no trace of what has just happened. I look like me. But inside, I’m in freefall, my heart palpitates wildly. It thuds so hard I don’t know why no one hears it. My mind is screaming, “I can’t do this, come back Mum, come back,” and then, it just screams, and screams,and screams. My mind howls for the anguish my soul is in. I want to run outside and scream and scream till theres nothing left. I want to curl up and cry, but I’m scared to. I’m scared I’ll never stop. That the tears won’t stop. My hearts in agony, I’m physically hurting. I wonder if it’ll ever stop.
I want to be 2 years old, and throw myself on the floor and have a tantrum. Will I ever sleep a full night, will my appetite come back. or will I just continue to function while inside I feel like I’m slowly dying.
I’m confused, I can’t finish a thought, I go to do something and don’t know what. I’m lost.
And I’m still scared. I’m still too scared to cry. I’m too scared to let the tears come,in case I can’t stop them. And I can see the concern on my partners face. He knows what a strong person I am. That for the 7 months my mum went from being sick, to being told it was cancer and that she’d be lucky to make Christmas, I’ve been covering my emotions to stay strong for them. To being their support through it all. I’ve reined my feelings in, kept them in check.
And now, now I’m scared. I have to let go, to release them. I know what I need to do, but still, I’m scared
I love you Ma xx