It's Only Getting Worse
It's been a month now since I made the decision to let Charlie go. It was Easter Sunday. I have done some things, paid people some visits, but basically that just seems to postpone the waves of grief. What I have done has all been so someone else won't feel bad for me. I just want to stay here at home alone so I can cry when I want to.Doing anything at all without him seems useless. I still have a lot of guilt but I can see that even if I were to get over that, I would still be faced with the fact that he is not here. Nothing has shown me so far any reason to go on living.