Background: I was diagnosed for the first time with depression when I was about 9 and have struggled with it ever since (I'm now 27), so I'm not sure how much of my issues are related to ongoing depression or to grief. My mom died about a month ago, finally succumbing to the pancreatic cancer she was diagnosed with in December of 2006. My dad and I took care of her while she was sick, and a lot of the responsibility fell to me because as a veterinary technician I was more comfortable than the rest of my family with the nursing aspects of her care.
When she died, I mostly felt numb. There was some sense of relief, when I knew to expect after caring for her for so many months. I put aside quite a bit of my life for her care - I'm in school to get my MA, and I couldn't really do anything that kept me away from the house for long periods. With her death I should be able to focus on school more, which is a good thing...
But since school started last week, I've been a mess. I have numbness on and off, but mostly it's being replaced by constant pain. It's not even a pain that's related to specific memories, as far as I can tell - when I try to think of memories it's like I hit a brick wall and can't remember. But I hurt so much, most of the time. I cut classes today because I can't seem to get myself out the door. I feel like I've been hit by a truck and if one more thing happened it would kill me. It makes me want to go hide under the covers and never come out again.
I've been seeing a great therapist for about 3 years, and he's a big help. Yesterday when I went to see him, though, I couldn't even talk about this. I tried to get it out, the feelings I'm having, but it was as if I didn't have the energy to try to describe it. I ended up droning on about insignificant things, all the while frustrated that I wasn't saying what I wanted to.
I don't know what to do. I don't see a future right now. I am so afraid, and I miss my mom so much. I'm 27 and I feel like an orphaned zebra on the savanna, just waiting for some lion to come and eat me up. Meanwhile another part of me keeps telling me to just suck it up and get on with things, that everyone's parents die eventually and I'm making too big a deal of it all.