A friend of mine committed suicide a couple of weeks ago. His funeral was this last weekend. I did not cry at the funeral. When I saw others crying, it felt like a matter-of-fact thing to witness, like when you might notice that someone's hair is a mess, but you don't say anything about it. I didn't feel anything witnessing them cry, though I do feel sad at the loss of my friend.
The night after his funeral, I had a dream that I was crying, and that it made me feel better. When I woke up, I actively tried to cry, but I just couldn't.
I'm not sad that my friend killed himself. I understand why he did it, and I respect him for it. I miss him, and I'm sad for the hardships he endured in life, and humbled by the resilience he showed during his life.
Lately, I've had the feeling that I need to cry, or that I'm about to cry, but nothing happens.
The night after his funeral, I had a dream that I was crying, and that it made me feel better. When I woke up, I actively tried to cry, but I just couldn't.
I'm not sad that my friend killed himself. I understand why he did it, and I respect him for it. I miss him, and I'm sad for the hardships he endured in life, and humbled by the resilience he showed during his life.
Lately, I've had the feeling that I need to cry, or that I'm about to cry, but nothing happens.