I started radicalization therapy few days ago and it doesn't make me feel well.
Just makes my anxieties bigger and bigger. It seems like when cancer is discovered it gets pissed off and finishes life of its host. I fear cancer. The space of time between discovery of Her cancer and death was 3 weeks. She's gone, she knew she was dying. I hate that I know it.
I really don't want to accept that she's gone. I don't want to think about it, I can't.
When I do, that huge hole in my body hurts, seems like I can physically feel its presence.
I don't know how to help myself, how to stop being afraid, stop touching my belly, stop trying to find something.
And all those meds make it all worse.
Just makes my anxieties bigger and bigger. It seems like when cancer is discovered it gets pissed off and finishes life of its host. I fear cancer. The space of time between discovery of Her cancer and death was 3 weeks. She's gone, she knew she was dying. I hate that I know it.
I really don't want to accept that she's gone. I don't want to think about it, I can't.
When I do, that huge hole in my body hurts, seems like I can physically feel its presence.
I don't know how to help myself, how to stop being afraid, stop touching my belly, stop trying to find something.
And all those meds make it all worse.