The one thing that has bothered me most in my grief journey is having to explain myself constantly and feeling like I am not heard. Having gone through the widow journey twice, I am just tired of being misunderstood and want to be totally alone to finally give myself permission to heal in my own way without being "discussed and judged" by others. Just leave me alone, you have "helped" enough. Your concern is killing me.
Rather than try to explain once again, the following post from a Facebook group perfectly describes how I have been feeling most of my adult life. In my opinion, if you truly care about someone, you try to understand instead of asking the same insulting questions over and over again . . . no wonder I no longer want to be around those who have continually hurt me. It started a long, long time ago . . . and it is more than just grief.
"When she goes quiet, it’s crucial to understand: it’s not because she has nothing left to say. Her silence isn’t emptiness; it’s incredibly full. Full of words too heavy to speak, full of emotions too raw to unravel, full of a pain that feels utterly impossible to put into coherent sentences.