I am experiencing such profound grief that at times I think it could actually kill me. Since my son CTB I've deteriorated mentally and physically to the point where I don't recognize myself. There are moments when I think grief will actually take my breath away for good
Me, too. You just stop caring. Things lose meaning. Your body will get cancer or you will have a heart attack.......or something else unexpected.
I have no friends or family. I'm sick with no money. It's like a vicious cycle after a while.
I put in a herculean effort to turn my life around. I lost 60 pounds, got healthy, was getting off pharmaceuticals entirely. I was building relationships and had a new career. Then, the deep state took notice and bombed my life back to the stone age.
I'm convinced that some scars are for life. There's literally nothing you can do. I feel the same way.....like it takes your breath away. Take away all of someone's reasons for living and eventually they stop living. It doesn't even have to be self-inflicted. I'm in my early 50s and my heart and brain are like I'm 80 years old.
The human body can only withstand so many life beatings.