It's coming up on the one year mark of my mother's passing. I have not dealt with it on any level. I think I'm still removing my mind from it, if that makes any sense at all. My mother was not what one would consider "old" ... In fact, she could have had many more years ahead of her. But, it just didn't work out that way.

I find myself unsure of things that I wouldn't have thought twice about before her passing. I question everything. And I really mean everything. Picking every little word, suggestion and conversation apart. I did this some before, but now it's bad. It interferes with every aspect of my life.

But, even being fully aware of everything I just mentioned, I don't know how to move forward into a better way of coping.

Losing my mom has been the single most difficult thing that has ever happened to me. It just really feels like a part of my identity is gone