After getting more questions from Little Guy, I decided to look at the grieving process once again to find out that I’m normal. Great one day, and a mess the next.
Little Guy asks lots of questions about death and plays games where he dies. He’s normal, too.
I feel reassured. I know I’ve withdrawn from socializing, but I’ll be back to my butterfly self in about 6 months.
I’m laid off, too. I have a lot more time to think about Ex. I’m trying to get his papers in order, and that puts thoughts about him at the fore of my mind more than usual.
I’ll get through it. All of it. Intense emotion equals intense healing. From what I read today, it takes longer to heal from a suicide than of a death under other circumstances, especially if the deceased was close to the survivor.
Oh, and the sympathy I have had for my mom who had to deal with this, too, or anyone really. It’s increased my compassion for others.
So, it’s not all bad. Good and bad comes with everything. Being temporarily laid off gives me opportunity to examine if I want to stay at my current job or look at other openings. Now, I’m off to deliver a resume.