Or so I’m told.
Whilst the lives of other people continue on, I feel like I’m stuck in a vacuum. Time has stopped for me. Nothing seems remotely important anymore. Yet life goes on around me.
Today, not quite three weeks after losing Barry, I have returned to work. I know that my work colleagues are sorry for me, and I know they are concerned, but hearing their laughter in the other room irritates and angers me.
I’m not ready to be here. I’m not ready to face normal everyday life. It feels like I’m being forced to forget. It feels like I’m being forced to act differently to how I really feel.
How long will it be before these feelings stop?
I’m here, and I’m trying to get through the day. I don’t know if I’ll make it or not. Maybe the distraction will be good for me, maybe not. Only time will tell.