One Year Anniv. coming and still haven't accepted it!

It will be a year soon that I lost my Mom and I still have not accepted it. I still think about those last weeks and everything that happened. The thoughts will not go away no matter how hard I try to keep them from coming. When is it going to stop? Why can't I just accept that she is gone and stop obsessing. I found a site online called "Article 8 - Beware the 5 stages of Grief". They are challenging the concept of the 5 stages of Grief. It is interesting, if anyone is interested in reading it you just have to search for "Article 8 -Beware the 5 stages of Grief. Anyway, just needed to vent. Thanks.

Bree.

(((( breemarie ))))

Grief has no set time limits. The 5 stages of grief are not something you can "work on" they come and go when they want and they pack a wallop.

It is very difficult to lose a loved one.

I had (still have)a very difficult time after the death of my father and my two brothers.

Do you have a T? Also, support groups might be of help.

Keep posting. Lots of people here have, unfortunately, had similar experiences. Let us help you as best as we can.

Take care,

Petunia

I have so many Anniv. dates of loved one's gone now.
I still can not get past my parents.
At some point it does become different than the first year.
Sorry for your loss.

Bree Marie,

My mother will be dead 10 years this March, and I would say I am still struggling to accept she's gone. We were very close.

Everybody grieves on a different timeline. Accept the fact that you are not ready to accept this loss yet.

Feel free to PM me.

Hugs,

EJ

I can relate. I keep getting hit with the beautiful five stages of grief and how after a year I should be over it. I'm not. Thank you other posters for the hope that it may never go away but it does get easier. My father passed away suddenly in front of me on 1/4/06. Unfortunately I am living alone in the small rural house where it happened. Everyone expects me to be over it, supposedly I was always the strong capable one. Not really just knew how to bury it. Comes when you grow up on eggshells or a land mine field. Weird thing is now I also find myself thinking about my mother. She died 15 years ago. She was nasty tempered, volatile, reminded me I was hopeless, basically I was never really wanted by her. Yet, now at night I find myself crying for my mother. WHY??