I lost my mother at the age of fifteen, but this is definitely the most traumatic and life changing event in my life. I grew up all night. period
I did not feel like a child, but that is not a problem. Please remember if that night will be another day at some point. All you can do is to wait for the night. If you can find some distracting diversion, it will take a day at a time, and it is even better. To distract my attention is career. Yes! I started my career since I was 15 years old. This is my escape / response mechanism, so I will study in good faith. Despite my limited ability, I can do well for my focus and will.
It is the best time to eliminate genuine friends and blessings. You may have begun to feel a difference in behavior among people around you. Please choose some real ones and proceed to the whole life waiting for you.
The idea that my mother is not around me becomes more disturbing, but I tell myself that my mother is at least with me if it is not personal. My mother is very wonderful and I feel that my mother's teaching helps me make decisions about my day-to-day decision and life for 12 years. Her influence on your life will always exist, do not worry, time will never disappear
I will lose your way, I will drown your own (wine, medicine) and escape uselessly. In the face of sadness, crying is really useful and progressing
Death is personal and should be treated elegantly. I am not saying that you should break into the room you love and shout out: "Hey, I am about to talk about you! I am dead right now!" But I will be meeting next month Anybody who is interested in participating in it will recommend it. If you do not feel that there is a place in your life that allows you to talk freely about this topic, think about the idea of death, and go.
In the first year after my mother died, I refused to talk about the death of my mother. One year after my mother died, someone asked about my mother (where did your mother live, what did your mother do). She's dead! Of course I did not talk to her! This is also totally crazy and fraudulent, I know this. Rather than describing a very good separation between a very good mother and me, it means to mean irregularities between terrible living mother and me.
My mother died early in my life, but suddenly I had no will. The fact that she became a Buddhist a few years ago complicates her death and the rest of her family does not know how Buddhists deal with death. We only know that Buddhists believe in reincarnation, so is there even a ceremony to commemorate the end of the physical time of the earth this time? The sad process of shocking and outdated death became very complicated by the struggle between father and me. Finally, the family had to step back one step and let her friends plan her ritual. This is most respectful, but abandoning this control is difficult. There was a ceremony of Buddhist gifts, which was not like any other funeral I have been to, so this is definitely not a member of the Buddhist family that we originally planned.
In the process of growth, I worked on many parallel issues. Losing my biological mother, Iris Foster, is difficult for my mother's family to deal with. Since I did not say this until I am 18, the direct influence of her death will not occur until late. When dealings with my family, family and friends, it seems that there are always some problems. Most of my mother's family and my father's family dealt with me, because my mother's death and my grandmother decided that everyone should keep my mother's secret (my secret) I do not feel like doing it. Later, as my grandmother thought that I would use this as an excuse for becoming a loser to me, I told myself that she did not want me to let you know that my mother died. People tend to avoid me or feel uncomfortable when dealing with me. My grandmother did not take people away from her because of her own manic depression and went to me.