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The Death of My Mother Through A Bipolar ll Filter #Bipolar2Disorder #deathofaparent #StagesOfGrief #dreams #PTSD

I understand the struggle already in place when one has a mood disorder and then loses a parent. I have bioolar 2 and lost my mother a few months back. The reality for meis trying to judge where I am at on the grief scale because ofthe depressive nature of bioolar.2 being already in play.The dreams I am having are the worst part of dealing with this. I keep on going
back to the point of my mother's death and the
difhculty of it and have not gotten to the point
yet where I can see the happy memories of the
My dreams make me frantic and I wake up with
a headache and a pounding heartland it takes
me a half hour to an hour to calm back down.


missing mom #CheckInWithMe #Grief

Well, next week will be four years since my mom passed away. I keep thinking doing better with dealing with the loss, then BAM! It all comes flooding back again. I was Mom’s only child, and she wasn’t married or in a relationship, so it all kind of fell on me. She has siblings, two of whom came to her funeral, and both of her parents are still living. My grandfather and his wife came, too. My grandmother was in the hospital, so couldn’t. No problem there.

I got a call from the hospital (never a good thing) that Thursday morning, saying Mom had had a massive heart attack, and I should come quickly. Luckily, the hospital was only about 45 minutes away from where I live. I got there in about 30. I talked to the nurses, and later, the doctor, and they wouldn’t say, but I knew it was bad. Over the next 36-ish hours, she was lucid on and off and I was able to contact a few of her friends and some family members and her work. That last afternoon, the Saturday, three of Mom’s close friends were able to come to see her, and she was able to acknowledge them, so she knew that they were there, along with me, and she wasn’t alone.

About half an hour before she passed, she suddenly opened her eyes wide , saying very emphatically that she HAD to get up, while trying to do so. We, mom’s friends and I, along with one of the nurses were holding her arms and legs down to keep her from getting up. You see, she had something called a balloon stent or something like that in her femoral artery that was keeping her heart going. If she had gotten up and that stent had come out of place, she would have bled to death right there, so we had to keep her in the bed. At this point, I don’t believe she knew what was happening around her, but when her heart stopped shortly thereafter, I don’t know. It just tore me up, knowing she didn’t go peacefully. She was in pain until the end, and it just hurts. I miss her so much. She was my best friend, and I feel like she deserved better. It just isn’t fair. She didn’t do anything wrong to deserve to die like that. I love you, Mommy. You were so good, and I miss you every day. I needed to put that in writing. #CheckInWithMe #Grief #deathoaparent #deathofaparent #missingmom