I hate the whole toxic positivity when it comes to mental health

[crimycarny]

6. I think it's a fear of the thought that this grief and pain is just that--grief and pain with no desperation meaning

My son’s death destroyed every thing I used to believe in. My son’s death was my death, I’m just a shell. There is no past (all the happy memories of my son now seem lies—was he ever happy? There is no present, it’s all pain. There is no future, my son isn’t here). To think all this pain may be meaningless…his death was meaningless (to the world, not me)..that’s too scary and painful for some. There has to be some POINT, right? So they tell themselves that this awful loss is a chance to grow, find a new path, walk off into the sunset. Grow into WHAT? I want my old life back. I want my son back. End of story.