The agony of bereavement
My mother passed away on November 25 of last year.
I'm currently 50 years old, and when I was 27, I suffered from a mental illness called schizophrenia, and I'm still battling it. I've never lived alone, etc., and although we are a mother and child family, I've never been separated from my mother until now. My mother has been living close to me ever since she became ill. Thanks to my mother, my condition stabilized, and I was able to recover from home for housework, personal affairs, and employment support.
After my mother passed away, I didn't understand the meaning of life. After recovering, what I was finally able to do gradually became unmanageable, and I began to fall asleep. Right now I'm in a state of self-neglect. I don't know what I want to do, and I'm not interested in the outside world. My soul seems lost.
I had a vague idea that the day would come when I would break up with my mother, but one day it came all of a sudden. Is my current suffering a reward for not being spoiled by my mother and developing a sense of independence? I don't know what to do, I don't know what to do... I just feel totally alone. (I'm not alone at all; I'm taking care of my sister and welfare.)
I'm sorry for the poor sentence, but I would appreciate your advice. We look forward to working with you.
