My mom got sick in May of last year, she had a liver transplant and the transplant ended up failing. She and I lived together and traveled together and basically she was my closet friend. I spent more time with her than with anyone else.

She got sick so fast and we found out that she had a limited time to live, and then a week later I found out she had weeks to live and I had to give her that news which gutted me. And then within days we found out she had days to live and she died within 2 weeks of us finding out she had weeks to live.

I'm still hard core grieving, my therapists supervisor told me I'm exactly where I'm supposed to be but I don't want to be here! I still flash back to when she was sick, when I had to tell her she was going to die. I feel lost without her.