After 3 years and the loss of 3 people, my cat is what finally broke me.
I've never been able to process the loss of someone. I don't move through it. I don't know that it would have helped me, but we aren't taught these things. One of the largest inevitable events of a life and we're grasping for anything. Directionless.
I live mostly in my bed (on normal days due to chronic illness) and now I am truly alone in this room.

#death #grief

I just explained to Evie (my cat) exactly how brave she was for jumping onto the bed which is 3 times as tall as her because she takes a few minutes to psych herself up to jump up here several times a day.

This is how I’m doing after 3 years of isolation as someone with a whacked out immune system during a poorly handled pandemic.