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I'm having some panic waves because it's the evening, then the night will come, then bedtime, and I do not want to dream about Mary again tonight. Oddly, I never dreamt about her at all, until this. I don't want any bad dreams.
When I was younger grief felt like sadness. Then along about my late 40's grief began to feel like anxiety/panic.
I do have an appt. with Dr. B. tomorrow; that will be the 1st of our last 4 sessions. I'm trying not to ruminate about what on earth will happen when he's gone and I'm left with all of this. The sense of frantic is unbearable to think about.
I've been skating, so that's a good thing.
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