The baseball analogy “three strikes and you’re out’ popped into my head when I read your post. It seems almost inevitable to me that having Covid threaten the world so soon after the loss of two irreplaceable family members would leave you feeling overwhelmed and full of anxiety about what bad thing is going to happen next.
I think everyone everywhere feels overwhelming fear at times as we hear of people getting terribly ill or dying from Covid. Not that knowing others are experiencing something similar makes the fear you’re feeling any less! Just that it may help to remember you’re not alone.
Grief is unpredictable too. It’s almost four years since I lost my mother but I still have moments when the sadness washes over me and the tears come. I find that what helps is to breathe through these moments and keep putting one foot in front of the other.
I have trouble reaching out when I feel sad and vulnerable but when I push myself to do it I usually find it helps to have someone to talk to. Do you have family or friends that you can share memories of you mother and brother with?
(Posting for Merte)