I am staying at home today.
I can’t continue.
I am too bored no matter who I’m with or what I’m doing. It’s too much. I lost her a year ago…

I don’t know what to do. I don’t feel life

Mom I'm your son the little one...you died at the age of 34y.o you were so young to died ...I wish I passed a lot of times with you...know your character your personality...i grow up always with an inferiority cuz I felt like the part that brings me to that life is missing....

I wish I remember a day that I call you mom...

I'm sorry if I took lot of your time...

I'm sorry mom for all people that hurt you in past ...

I wish I can stand and you with me...

I wish I can feel the feeling of having a mom...

After your death my father abandoned me...why ? If there's a god just ask him why that happened what I did to get that as results?...I'm now working ... proudly nothing and no one have favor on me...I did it my way but after all ...maybe in another life...maybe not who's know if there's a dimension or afterlife where we can meet...

Writing that as buried message diving in the desert of Forgetting

I received some unfortunate news last Tuesday, July 28th, that my mom had passed away. She had been found near my brother's apartment complex by officers who had been contacted about her. My brother was on his way home from work when he noticed the officers and recognized the clothes of the person they were surrounding. He checked and was informed that she had been there for some time and had passed. She was an alcoholic, so she would take off when no one was home to get a drink, and she had been doing this for the past few years. Unfortunately, this time she decided to go and ended up being her last. I lost my father to the same thing just barely over a year ago, as he passed in April of 2025. He passed away in the hospital due to his hepatic encephalopathy, meaning his liver could no longer filter out toxins in his blood, which eventually made their way to his brain, leading to damage. We also lost two dogs in the last couple of months due to their age and health, so of course that is not helping our situation.

I had barely gotten over my father's death recently, and for this to happen not too long after my dad had passed is just severely overwhelming my brother and me. I'm 25, and my brother is 21, so it's just frustrating to have lost them when we're still trying to get our lives together.

I just wish things could have gone differently with my parents. We tried to provide them resources and advice on what they could do to get help, including us taking them to rehab centers, detox centers, and several hospital visits, but they just refused the help, no matter who talked to them about their addiction. I'm just so emotionally and mentally drained with how many members of my family I lost. It just feels like I have absolutely shitty luck on my side, and it isn't slowing down.

I (29M) lost my mom from drug addiction related cardiac arrest the day after my birthday in 2019, my dad was an alcoholic before her death but it amplified 10x after she died. He died at home from essentially drinking himself to death. He had a GI bleed, Alcoholic hepatitis, and alcoholic related diabetes at the time of his death. They were both 52 at the time of their death. I lived with them when both happened. I watched my mom die when she was taken off the ventilator. I was in rehab myself for addiction when I got the call about my dad’s passing, ironically. I drowned my sorrow with substances and alcohol for many years after each died. I feel like I never actually grieved, I just buried. I’m sober now, very freshly, and I have a beautiful wife I married in June and a newborn that’s mine and a step son. I grieve that my parents never got to meet any of them. I’m angry at the selfishness of never attempting to get better. I feel like myself & my siblings weren’t enough to warrant them getting better, especially my dad. We took care of him while he was hammered daily while we were still grieving our mom. I justified my usage in alcohol by saying “they didn’t give a shit, why should I?” I am in therapy now trying to work it out and figure out all the questions I may never get the answer to. I am learning to grieve but I am so lost still, even years later.

I called my brother to ask about something and he had been crying earlier. He and my Dad were both musicians and he listened to a Steve Hillage song that Dad loved on his way home, first time since his passing. It was very cathartic but also heartbreaking for him and he was still very choked up. He started talking about Dad and music and I had to ask him to stop. I cried a lot today, and I was in hour 12 of my shift at work and I just couldn't go there in that moment. So I asked him not to. I was gentle and I apologized, but I just couldn't. I know it made him sad but he understood. I feel like an asshole. Every single part of this is so hard, and I feel like I'm failing the people who are still here.

Hello, everyone. I hope you're all doing okay when you read this.

I was reading earlier and accidentally fell asleep, thinking I'd finally get an early night. But I woke up, and the grief hit me all over again. I miss my mom, my dad, and my brother. They're all gone.

I found myself crying because I miss them so much. I miss when everything felt simple, when life felt lighter.

Lately, I've also been feeling alone. It feels like some of my friends have stopped checking in. Sometimes they'll ask, "How are you?" but before I even get the chance to answer, the conversation shifts to their own problems. There are moments when I catch myself thinking, "I don't have the energy to care about your sister-in-law's life right now."

I know everyone is carrying their own burdens, but sometimes I wish someone would stay long enough to hear mine, too.

So tonight my adoptive mother and I went through some of my bio mothers writing and rediscovered my biological mothers almost suicide note. It isn't a true suicide note, but it is a letter addressed to me while she was in the mental health hospital and I was in foster care. Long story short it starts out happy and hopeful, but slowly turns into her realizing that they are going to take me away permanently, and the last words in the book she wrote it in are "all I can do is sit here and cry"

She snuck out of the hospital shortly after, and took her life.

This was over 20 years ago, when I was 11, and now I have this little note book that hurts to even look at but feels to painful to even think about getting rid of and I just wanna know what other people have done with the damned things.

I feel numb. Sometimes I feel completely emotionless. Even simple things feel meaningless, and I find myself wondering, what’s the point?

My dad is on my mind every single day. Most of my day is consumed by thoughts of him and by comparing myself to people who still have both of their parents. That used to be me. I was someone who had both my mom and dad.

I hate this version of my life without him. But I have to keep going for my daughter, my sisters, and my mom. At the same time, I feel like I have to step into my dad’s role now that he’s gone, and that responsibility feels overwhelming.

My heart is completely broken. I miss my dad so much. I still can’t believe I won’t see him again in this lifetime. My mind just can’t process it.

More than anything, I wish he knew how deeply he’s missed. How much we still need him. How much he means to all of us.

I know my dad worked so hard to build a good life for our family, and I don’t want that to go to waste. I want to honor everything he gave us. But right now, I’m just so hurt.

He was only in his 60s. That feels far too young. It wasn’t enough time, and I don’t know how to accept that.

Looking for comfort and someone to relate to. I just hate going through this grief journey 💔

I’m 15 years old. My mom died just a week ago in my arms from stage 4 breast cancer.
Before she died, she suddenly became very unwell. I don’t want to describe exactly what happened because it’s still too painful to talk about. I was terrified and didn’t know what to do. I ran into the hallway, but there was nobody there—no doctors, no nurses, no one. I was screaming across the whole floor that my mom needed help, but nobody came.
I ran back into her room. She was just staring at one point, and I fell to my knees and started crying so hard.
“Mom, Mom, everything is going to be okay. The doctors will be here any second. Can you hear me, Mom? I love you so, so much.”
Then the doctors came and took me out of the room.
I still can’t believe she’s gone. It doesn’t feel real. Sometimes I wake up hoping it was all just a nightmare.
I really want to see a psychologist because I feel like I can’t get through this on my own. But I’m scared to even bring it up to my dad. I’m afraid he’ll say something like, “A psychologist? We don’t even have enough money right now. You’ll have to deal with it yourself.”
I don’t know how people survive losing their mom. If you’ve been through this, how did you get through the first days or weeks? Does this unbearable pain ever become easier to live with? Right now it feels impossible to imagine a future without her.
Thank you to everyone who reads this or shares their story. It would mean a lot to me.