I've said it before and I'll say it again, it's good to have friends (which includes loved ones). I got to talk, I got to be vulnerable and have it witnessed, I got to process, there was love, there was kind words, there was comfort.

I got to realise what the feel of loss, the disconnectedness, the desperation and clinginess were about. I miss my son! This is an old pattern, except this is the first time there was this sense of hopelessness. Previous times, I've simply seeked love a bit more than usual after him and I leaving each other, like the times I travel back to Sweden...