Despite getting prescribed Paroxetine, I refused to take the tablets. Then being grief-stricken, I have yet swallowed those pills.
Over the past few months, the disappearance of my important ones has seemingly worsened my mental state.
I remind myself to be a brave soldier like my grandfather. I can never be beaten by grief and regret. My grandies will be proud of me. In reality. And in heaven.
Please forgive my faults and give me some more power to complete my unfulfilled ambitions. Then one day when I meet you all in heaven, you can happily smile and say “Good job!”
Crying over the feeling of loss is pointless. Someone’s death doesn’t mean loss. Or, to some extent, it’s a loss. The loss of their physical appearance. They do exist. Yet, we can’t see them with our naked eyes. For our biological family members, we have their DNA. Treating our body and mind well is a way to express our gratitude.
brillbro 