It's been a year and 1 month since my daughter passed away. I must say that I'm still in denial and I don't believe that she's not here any longer. When I still feel her presence wrap around me makes it hard to say, that she's not here. When I see her daughter's eyes, it feels like my daughter is still here. This part of grief that I can't shake is the denial.
I'm still isolated from the world, as I go from my bedroom back from the bathroom. I find a little strength to blog about how I'm feeling for the day and go back to being all by myself. I know this will be temporary, but it seems like a lifetime.
How do you deal with denial or isolation?
