I would say it was six months before i noticed a chink in the wall of grief, we all think 'this is too much, i must be abnormal, why arent I out down the pub with my mates laughing and living again by now?'
Try looking in the mirror every night before going to be and saying
'every day in every way i am getting better and better'
an old saying but one that works, your just telling your brain its ok to start getting/feeling better now, just a little.
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I felt safer when she was here
I know that feeling too, i spent my whole childhood absolutely petrified of the dark, cried myself to sleep for years.
Then along came my babies, i would hear a noise and look at them, if they hadnt noticed it then it obviously wasnt something to worry about.
Course when they left, they took with them my security, slept with the curtains open for weeks,but eventually it got just too much with the sunrise waking us up at 4am every morning

specially seeing as i wasnt getting to sleep till 2 having been up all night crying
I faced my fears and just wouldnt allow them to control me again the way they did, id have to have someone standing over my bed bashing my head in now before id believe that someone was in the house
Be kind to yourself and allow as long as YOU need, dont judge yourself by anyone else, were all different and doesnt mean one loves their lost pets any more or any less than the other, were all just different - thank God.