It’s the 11th anniversary of my Dads death. 7th Feb 2010. Ironically it was a Sunday back when it happened. I am just awake not really thinking about the date. I put my mind off of the anniversary by doing some well over due cleaning around flat. It smells so lovely in here now. The cats are inside tonight due to the weather being wet. I think that they know there is snow coming. That is the only time they don’t want to go out. I am half glad that I’m not where I was in life 11 years ago. I was in the residential home for autistic people. I moved out later that year to my own flat down south. That wasn’t so bad.
The last decade has been quite rough in general starting from having to move back to where I grew up, my sons adoption and everything I have experienced in between which wasn’t helpful to my mental well-being. I’m hoping that in a post covid world is more understanding when it comes to mental health, autism etc. I’m hoping the majority understand. I know that there will always be those who don’t understand. We have lost so many people to the virus and suicide. Change should happen in memory of all those lives. It wouldn’t feel right to just go back to life as it was previously. Many people won’t be able to return to the same reality as they had before the pandemic due to losing family and friends. Grief stings less over time but never truly disappears. It does get better, there’s no time limit, everyone experiences it differently.