Martin had the same thoughts about his life as his father died at 53, once 53 passed it eased off, but I get that it is all consuming!! Sleep paralysis sounds horrendous! Great work on the poems, writing about it is bound to help a little! :)
I’m 69 and until May 5th of this year I was obsessed with my own death. On that day my partner of 14 years stood up, grabbed his chest, complained of pain, laid face down on the floor and never rose again. From that moment I stopped thinking about my death and started thinking about my life. I started thinking about how to do the things that might possibly extend my life and I started thinking about all the wonderful things I could squeeze into whatever time remains to me. Losing Michael was a devastating loss but he taught me so much-even in death.
Those kinds of dreams are so hard, as is losing a parent so young. Sending wishes for easier sleep. Easier everything. Congratulations on the poetry acceptances, a sweet silver lining.
Martin had the same thoughts about his life as his father died at 53, once 53 passed it eased off, but I get that it is all consuming!! Sleep paralysis sounds horrendous! Great work on the poems, writing about it is bound to help a little! :)
Thank you. Yes I know its irrational but still I mull. Writing is my therapy I think.
I’m 69 and until May 5th of this year I was obsessed with my own death. On that day my partner of 14 years stood up, grabbed his chest, complained of pain, laid face down on the floor and never rose again. From that moment I stopped thinking about my death and started thinking about my life. I started thinking about how to do the things that might possibly extend my life and I started thinking about all the wonderful things I could squeeze into whatever time remains to me. Losing Michael was a devastating loss but he taught me so much-even in death.
I am so sorry for your lose. I can't imagine losing my husband.
My Nana died at 47. I am now 47. I totally get why this is a mind weasel. I will be relieved when 48 is reached.
Those kinds of dreams are so hard, as is losing a parent so young. Sending wishes for easier sleep. Easier everything. Congratulations on the poetry acceptances, a sweet silver lining.
Thank you. A sweet silver lining indeed.