Dear Roselea:

You wrote that before 2013, you “had some how managed to create my perfect life balance of work, travel, family and friends”- that perfection couldn’t have lasted even if your mother didn’t get sick. Perfection such as you stated does not last and last.

You wrote: “I keep trying so desperately to be the person I was before, to feel the world the same way as it used to feel, but I can’t shake the domino affect of grief. Everything I build falls apart..”-

it is impossible to be the person you were before, and so, it is not a healthy aim. Stop trying and your life experience will be better for it.

You wrote: “Everything I build falls apart”- that is the nature of life, what we build, we lose. At the end we lose life itself. Loss is the nature of living, loss of time, of youth, of pets, of people; loss of things, of emotional experiences. We lose what matters to us and we lose what doesn’t matter much. We lose it all.

Plants flower, their flowers are sometimes exquisite to our eyes, beautiful colors, fragrance, and then they are lost, wilt and die, dry, lose their colors and fragrance.

It is when we accept nature, life as it-is that our emotional well being is at its best. I hope you post again.

anita