So does time heal all wounds?
February 27th I went to check on my mother who had the apartment next to me and my boyfriend. I thought living next door would give her more motivation to stay sober. March 1st she was found dead in her apartment. She had been struggling with addiction since before i was born....over 21 years now. I was the last one to see her and now here i am 19 years old and having just planned my mothers funeral. I have a 15 year old brother who is so angry and a 4 year old brother who doesn't understand why mommy died. Its more than unbearable and denial gets me through the day. Everyone thinks i put on a brave faces when i throw myself into work and make jokes to avoid thinking about no longer having a mother to call and ask for recipes and complain about my boyfriend to or just go sit at her house so she can make me cider.
Will this get easier?