I'm afraid to tell you this ....but I'm scared.
I'm scared that my life has changed forever, that it's spiralled out of control and that there's nothing I can do about it. I'm scared that I've changed and I'm scared that I won't be able to cope with it and make a new normal for myself
Every time in feel angry or down I'm scared that I'm not dealing with the situation in the way that I normally would. I'm scared that I'm filtering my life through my fear and that I see danger or upset everywhere. I'm scared that I might be wrong.
I'm scared that I thought I knew who I was. That my place and contribution to the world was - I'm scared that I actually have no idea about anything and I'm scared that I won't ever again. I'm scared that I'm completely overwhelmed and there's no way back. I'm afraid that I will lose my house and I'm scared that I won't ever earn again and be financially independent again.
I am ashamed of just how scared I am. I am scared that if i move forward I leave him behind, yet I am even more scared to stay stuck.
I am so scared of how much I miss my son, scared that his murder has left me seeing danger in places I did not used to, scared to face my feelings of grief and anger.
I've used every technique I can think of - forgiving , focusing , setting new goals , imagining my lovely telling me to 'get out there and get on with it mum' .
Scared to imagine the possibility of a life without Sam, scared not to.