The past couple of weeks I've had a couple people approach me out of love and concern. They are worried that I'm "stuck" in my grief, and that maybe I should look into professional counseling. I've been thinking about it, and I'm frustrated.
Yes, I talk about Cora. Frequently. It's the only way she's a part of my life. If I don't talk about her, she's gone.
Is it my sole focus? No. My main focus is my living children, who need me. ((actually, my main focus lately has been not throwing up, but that's another story)). I play with them, I teach them, I change them, I feed them, I love on them. But yes, Cora comes up when I talk to these trusted people. I don't have to always talk about Erin and Patrick, because...well...they're there, wanting to talk to them and show them their toys.
Now, I have been a little depressed lately, but I really don't think that has anything to do with Cora. That has everything to do with not being able to play out side, and throwing up everything I eat.
So I'm frustrated. I hate feeling like I'm not safe talking about Cora with people anymore.