Today makes 7 weeks without my sweet girl. My therapist tells me that my counting is not healthy. But I can't help but notice the time I no longer have with her. I pray I can reach a point where her memories will not bring me suffering, but joy. I appreciate and am grateful for all the responses offering kind words and encouragement. I don't expect anyone to continue to respond here. I have been using this outlet to vent.
Today makes 6 weeks without my daughter. It already feels like an eternity. The morning of February 18th, I entered my daughters room to kiss her good bye as I was leaving for work. She put her hand into mine and begged me not to leave her. I assured her I would be home early and I would call to check up on her. She said "OK Daddy". I kissed her and went to work. If only I had known that day would be my last with her. If only I had chosen to stay with her as she had asked. It would be the last time I would speak with my daughter. I can never forgive myself for not staying with her.
Actually, I think that counting is very healthy; it allows the marking of distance (which is unbelievable) and time (which is even more so)
I posted elsewhere that it is a little over three months since my mum passed - a fact that I find almost impossible to process at times.
As others have posted, you can't tell the future, and you cannot blame yourself for not knowing what was about to happen.
You did the best you could for her and she knew you loved her; perfection is something we can only dream about and aspire to when we feel strong enough.
Be kind to yourself, and remember to call to mind - to visit the memory bank of - the good times, what made her laugh and smile, what she enjoyed, the sort of stuff that you shared together.
And take it one day at a time.
Using outlets like this to vent is much healthier than bottling it up. Vent away.Today makes 7 weeks without my sweet girl. My therapist tells me that my counting is not healthy. But I can't help but notice the time I no longer have with her. I pray I can reach a point where her memories will not bring me suffering, but joy. I appreciate and am grateful for all the responses offering kind words and encouragement. I don't expect anyone to continue to respond here. I have been using this outlet to vent.
Well thank you kind sir, I sure do love visiting Texas, haha. I had a medical conference in Texas a few years back in Houston.
I do my job because I love it, AND because there is a massive issue with Psychiatry right now where most psychiatrists are older men (55+) and a lot are Indian (from India - nothing wrong with that) and they still practice the way they were taught when they were in medical school, which was just to put the patient on medications, follow up either every 3 months, or 6 months. When they come back for their followup the psychiatrist usually asks "how are you feeling?" If you answer anything like, "Well, my depression does not seem to be getting better." The psychiatrist would then more than likely up the dose of your original medication, or add another medication to your current medication, or change your original medication. This might work with some people, like "Rapid Cyclers" who their medicine works for a little bit and then because of a chemical imbalance, all of the sudden it just stops working. They can go through more than 10 different medications in a year!
Well, I am 33 and psychiatrists my age were taught better, since we have learned more about mental illness a lot since back in the 1960's. We have learned that there is a 85-90% success rate when you prescribe medication AND perform cognitive behavioral therapy (basically talk therapy.) I personally do not like to prescribe medicine unless I absolutely have to because SSRI's like Prozac, and SSNRI's, like Wellbutrin/Wellbutrin XL really do not seem to work that well, and they have some serious side effects the most dangerous being "Serotonin Syndrome," (which can kill you) "Tardive Dyskinesia," (which causes you to have abnormal, or impaired voluntary movement) and also common side effects like weight gain which can lead to medication induced-diabetes, unless with Wellbutrin XL you are trying to quit smoking, which it does help with quite well.
Anti-psychotics, like Seroquel, I really do not like to use AT ALL except in really tough cases of schizophrenia, bipolar I disorder w/ mania, bipolar disorder-acute depressive. It works well for those disorders, but I have seen older psychiatrists prescribe Seroquel to people who simply have insomnia, problem is they might get a good nights sleep, but they will not be able to function in the morning or afternoon. Makes zero sense, and my blood boil. If you have a patient with insomnia start with Ambien, Ambien CR, Lunesta, Rozerem, and Sonata. You know, the drugs that were made specifically for insomnia! NEVER let a psychiatrist give you an anti-depressant or anti-psychotic for sleep UNLESS you cannot take "sedative-hypnotics" which is what most all sleeping pills I listed are, except for Rozerem, which is pharmaceutical grade Melatonin.
I try and do cognitive behavioral therapy with all my patients before I add a medication because it is so much safer, and the results speak for themselves, and sometimes just doing cognitive behavioral therapy helps a patient...they just needed to talk and get everything off their chest. It is horrible for your mental state to keep things locked up and hidden inside you. Talk to a best friend that you trust, talk to your parents if it is appropriate, talk to a counselor or psychologist, or talk to a psychiatrist.
God bless you all.
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My 11 year old daughter was suffering with flu like symptoms. The doctor said she tested negative for the flu but treated her as though she had it. 3 days later, my daughter needed to be rushed to the hospital where we learned that she had an infection that attacked her heart and kidneys. 8 hours later, on 02/18, I lost my 11 year old daughter. There are no words to describe my pain and agony. No comfort, no joy in life. Nights are the toughest. All I can do is sit and stare at a blank wall. I feel as though my heart will burst. My baby has gone where I can not follow. At times it’s unbearable to even live.
I am so angry all the time. So angry that my daughter won't realize her hopes and her dreams. So utterly devastated that I have lost my child. Time can not heal this broken heart. Time only serves to remind me of what I have lost, and what I can no longer experience.
I am so angry all the time.
So angry that my daughter won't realize her hopes and her dreams.
Time will - if not heal - at least lessen the pain of losing your daughter.
And anger is a totally understandable emotion to feel at this time.
The pain will always be there, but it may more resemble a dull ache, rather than raw agony; the raw agony will not go away - it will pierce you sometimes unexpectedly with savage power; it is just that you may find that it does not rule you every thinking minute of every day.
Allow the pain to express itself, it shows that you are human that you loved (and were loved) but also allow the good an happy and positive memories to come and pay you a visit.
I derive considerable comfort in thinking about my mum, - the memories are positive, and warm - and today, which happens to be my birthday is the first I have experienced without her - something both brothers remarked on when they got in touch - not that she knew of my birthdays for most of the past decade as she had advanced dementia.
Live the life she wanted you to live, not the one she would NOT want you to live. At that age making dad and mom happy is everything; don't let anger to become uncontrolled.
She won't realize her dreams, but she also won't see the darkness that everyone encounters in life. It's a two sided coin; you shouldn't focus only on the potentiality of the shiny side because it would be an incomplete evaluation. She will not see you and her mom die, for example. She will not suffer loss (of any kind), or pain. Her death is asking you too do what she would've loved to see from you. You love her, make her life something positive.
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i think of this as well. The world will not be able to corrupt her innocence. I love her beyond what words could ever express. I will try to find the way and the will to honor her.
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She won't realize her dreams, but she also won't see the darkness that everyone encounters in life. It's a two sided coin; you shouldn't focus only on the potentiality of the shiny side because it would be an incomplete evaluation. She will not see you and her mom die, for example. She will not suffer loss (of any kind), or pain. Her death is asking you too do what she would've loved to see from you. You love her, make her life something positive.
Unfortunately, none of us get out of this thing alive. Some lives are tragically very short. Others are longer but still feel like the blink of an eye. Live your life and find ways to honor her and her memory. Stopping yourself from moving forward won’t fix it and is it akin to torturing yourself. Celebrate her memory and when your ready learn to make new memories. Maybe eventually help others who are dealing with loss as a way to honor her and turn your loss into something that can benefit others. You’re not alone and you will find ways to keep going. Every day has a beginning and every day has an end. Make the short time in between matter.
i think of this as well. The world will not be able to corrupt her innocence. I love her beyond what words could ever express. I will try to find the way and the will to honor her.
Anger is one the natural stages of grief. I can totally get it.Happy Birthday. Thank you for taking some time to respond with kind words. I have taken them to heart.
My anger is inward. Nothing about me would ever make me act upon this anger. I would never hurt or look to hurt any living soul.
i think of this as well. The world will not be able to corrupt her innocence. I love her beyond what words could ever express. I will try to find the way and the will to honor her.
Nothing sad about that. I read through the texts I shared with my daughter to remember the relationship we had.My daughter Halainah Grace and I shared a love of all things Apple. She loved her iPad and was already taking control of my iMac. I got her an iPhone 6+ for Christmas which she absolutely loved. It may be silly, but I still text her each morning to say hello, and to tell her how much I miss and love her.
I wish I could say I am doing better. But i am not. The days get harder. I feel frozen, not able to live forward. I face each day with heartache and tears knowing I must do so without my daughter. I face heartache on the drive home from work knowing she wont be there. I am trying though. I am trying to replace the sorrow with the joy my daughter brought me. How rare and truly beautiful it is that she existed. Thank you for asking.How are you doing today our friend?
I am trying though.
Hang in there. I cleared my daughters room prior to decorating at the weekend. I couldn’t even go in there at first.I wish I could say I am doing better. But i am not. The days get harder. I feel frozen, not able to live forward. I face each day with heartache and tears knowing I must do so without my daughter. I face heartache on the drive home from work knowing she wont be there. I am trying though. I am trying to replace the sorrow with the joy my daughter brought me. How rare and truly beautiful it is that she existed. Thank you for asking.
Hang in there. I cleared my daughters room prior to decorating at the weekend. I couldn’t even go in there at first.
But three years 4 months later we knew we could face it.
There were tears, but that’s part of the grieving process.
Your nowhere near there yet as it’s been a much shorter time frame.
Take care of yourself and those around you. Thinking of you.
It is. But it will get less all consuming as life moves on.I am so sorry for your loss. Its been 9 weeks since my daughter passed. An eternity of time. And I have an eternity of time before me. Each day I try to find one special thing she did. I find a plethora of memories. I try to focus on one and turn that one memory into joy. Its tough.