I am grieving. I have this empty feeling that I am missing somehting, but I can’t explain it. Am I hungry? I think I am, so I eat…and I eat…and I eat. Still there is that deep gnawing feeling of needing something. Am I h**** and in need of s***** release? I have nobody. So I m*********. It gives me a release, but minutes later, I am reminded that I am still missin something. There is no pleasure in self gratifying. At least, not for me.
Do I need to cry? I do. Still it doesn’t help.Am I cursed to feel this way until death overtakes me and I join my husband?
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I am so sorry you are going through this. I hope things get better.