I didn't cry when my mother died. I didn't cry when I saw her laying lifeless in the hospital bed, nor did I cry at the funeral. My mother used to say bring me my flowers while I'm alive. But, I have been seriously dysfunctional ever since then, never did go back to work. I don't know what happened, but one day in my doctor's office, I started crying like a baby! Oh my goodness! I was crushed with emotion! The doctor asked me if I thought that I needed to be hospitalized in a psych ward? I said "no". I started asking all the questions about theory and the world and why and what's the use??? My doctor was going to put me into lock-up! I, probably, should have went.
I still think that the world's a hateful place; and without my mom, it's just that much worse! How much pain can a person bare in one year!?
Any threads talking about their loved one's suffering, I can't look at them. I'm glad that there are others here to give those people support. It does take a village to raise a child. . .
Ok, I'm through testifying!