Becky_From_Canada
Bronze Member
Last night I got word that one of my best friends died. I used to have epic phone calls with her in which we would talk to each other about all kinds of stuff. I didn't ever tell her the origins of my trauma, but she knew I had PTSD and she was completely accepting of my odd little neuroses. Her death leaves a huge gap in my life. She had cystic fibrosis, and in spite of initially being given a life expectancy of 2 years, made it all the way to 40. I knew that I would lose her at some point, but that doesn't make the pain any less. And of course, the bottomless grief I feel right now is letting in all kinds of triggers.
Becky
Becky