Thanks so much for the advice. I found a good therapist (fingers crossed) for my daughter, and she begins on Friday. She is very reluctant about going, she is a type A personality who keeps everything inside and likes to solve all of her own issues. I think she sees therapy as a sign of weakness. But she will get over that if they are a good fit.
I on the other hand need more advice. Just when I have a day where it seems like I can handle things. 10 major things go wrong. I am stressed out to the point of being physically ill. I have been dealing with lawyers, accountants, brokerage firms, any relative who ever wanted anything from my husband, including paintings,art, and antique jewelry. Not to mention the fact that I had to go out of town for a 4 day conference for work, and right we got settled into the hotel my daughter had a breakdown. She missed her after and demanded to pack up and fly back home that night. I was stuck. I had paid for the air , hotel, and conference. There was no way I could leave. Then when we finally got home to our airport. My car was dead! I had to have my son come jump us, and on the way home he told us that our heating and air unit had gone completely out!! This is all so much stress on top of what we are trying to deal with!! Sometimes I think I might crack!!
So this week we have had temps over 100 with no ac. Plus when I get really hot I have a full blown hot flash! Sleep is impossible, so at night we have been staying at my older daughters apartment. But she is a messy person and it triggers my childhood, I have to take Ativan to come over here to rest.
Nights have sucked since he died, as soon as I get comfortable, I flash back to him in the tub. It starts with me seeing the gun in his hands in his lap. (Please stop reading here if graphic content bothers you). Then I look up at his face which didn't look like him much anymore. His eyes were closed tight but what gets to me every night and day is the way his mouth was. It was open in an oval with thick coagulated blood in a long drip hanging from his bottom lip but not quite meeting his shirt. Just suspended there. I could not see his teeth.
This memory plagues me every morning and night. In the morning when I am trying to brush my teeth, I see it in a flash, and I throw up-every morning. At night, I clench my teeth so tightly that I had to get an Invisalign plate made, but sticking it in my mouth makes me flash to that picture and I throw up and never get it in my mouth. I need help. Has anyone gone through something like this? Thanks. Sonya