Thanks Ashley,
I think I need rest too, but it's a bit interrupted now, as those "what ifs" haunt me, like that poem.
So much is tugging at me, taking away from the experience of grieving. I just wish to immerse myself in something, but I don't know how, or what to do. I did find that a church workshop co-ordinator was out of office, so I can be with like-minded people for a bit of time.
What scares me is that it wasn't long ago, that death, like anxiety, had a stigma which isolated people.
There's hope for the later then. I'm not sure having both challenges what could help me, if both stigmas were present.