I do not leave the house, unless it is to pick up my children from school. I have become a recluse. I feel calmer at home, safer. My friends don't call anymore...and I don't call them. They were so supportive when we initially found Sarah's murdered body in the woods. Friends would call, wanting to go out for coffee, to talk about how I was doing but I ignored them and made excuses why I couldn't meet up with them. Eventually, I stopped answering the phone and they stopped calling.
Now, nobody calls anymore but strangely, I am okay with this. It honestly doesn't bother me because the thought of having to go out and make conversation with people stresses me out immensely. My psychiatrist says that I have to stop isolating myself but it feels "unnatural" ad a huge effort for me to be out with people anymore.
My dog, Lady, has become my best friend. I know she understands my grief/anxiety and stress. I don't have to explain anything to her, I can just "be".
She looks at me with wise brown eyes and doesn't judge me. I trust her and she is always there for me. She comforts me and is always by my side. She is a loyal girl. I feel safer when she is around and she follows me around the house, protecting me.
My best friend is a dog....how sad is that?
Now, nobody calls anymore but strangely, I am okay with this. It honestly doesn't bother me because the thought of having to go out and make conversation with people stresses me out immensely. My psychiatrist says that I have to stop isolating myself but it feels "unnatural" ad a huge effort for me to be out with people anymore.
My dog, Lady, has become my best friend. I know she understands my grief/anxiety and stress. I don't have to explain anything to her, I can just "be".
She looks at me with wise brown eyes and doesn't judge me. I trust her and she is always there for me. She comforts me and is always by my side. She is a loyal girl. I feel safer when she is around and she follows me around the house, protecting me.
My best friend is a dog....how sad is that?