Is it this hard to live with bereavement regrets?
While nursing at home at the beginning of April this year, my grandmother aspirated lunch, suffocated, and passed away the next day.
I had promised to go see the cherry blossoms that day... but it happened all of a sudden.
I was a grandmother's child, so after I lost my grandmother, I completely lost my energy and came to tears, and after a while, I began to be violently driven by a sense of self-remorse along with sadness. (Currently, I have a mental illness and go to a psychosomatic medicine clinic.)
The only things I think about are always arguments in the first place,
I'm my grandson who has been around the most since my grandmother was well,
I think there were times when I was even more saved,
I'm worried when I go back in time.
I know in my heart that I can't change anything anymore...
My head is filled with frustration, and my heart is about to burst.
The fact that you only notice it later after losing someone you love
Is this human destiny?
I can't give up even if I give up on the lifespan.
Even if it's an unexpected accident, is that person's fate?
The fear that being widowed from an aging family awaits me in the future,
There is nothing but hopelessness that the enjoyment of life is just about to dwindle
Living a long time is nothing but suffering.
If being bereaved by someone I loved was this painful, I would even want to die sooner than anyone else.
I used to be afraid of dying, but now I'm afraid of living the other way around.
Even if I die, I don't think I'll be able to meet my grandmother or ancestors again.
Right now, I just want to be nothing to erase my memories because I don't want to live and suffer from regrets.
It's difficult at any rate, but I would be grateful if you could give me even a little bit of positive words. Sorry for the long post.
