ColleenT
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On Dec 9, i got a phone call. Found out our best friend had died. He was only 54. He was on Ski Patrol and He knew how to help people with issues like heart attack. That is how he died, at the hospital at 1 am. I didn't really cry, bc it doesn't feel like it really happened. Like Mark is still around and i can just stop over and see him. I have not cried over him, and i feel terrible. The guilt is worse than the grief. So i don't know if i am just not processing this, or if I ever will. I am 48. I am pretty healthy, according to my Doc. but Mark didn't know he had a heart condition. He was a healthy, active person who was outside every single day of his life.
I suffer from Anxiety and Depression, so i take meds for that. But lately i feel like i am in a weird funk or something. It is not sadness, but i guess just the knowing that anyone can go at any day, but that my age is bringing me closer to the other side. I think my perspective has changed and i don't really know how to feel about that.
I suffer from Anxiety and Depression, so i take meds for that. But lately i feel like i am in a weird funk or something. It is not sadness, but i guess just the knowing that anyone can go at any day, but that my age is bringing me closer to the other side. I think my perspective has changed and i don't really know how to feel about that.