So a year ago today I lost my uncle to heroine. I was 21 and he was 39 so We were very close our whole lives until he got on drugs bad and distanced his self. Had I known I would've stopped him he would've took my advice and felt bad for disappointing me. But I didn't make the effort to come around. We get so caught up on our lives sometimes and it happens I know but I cant help but think that I should've been there that night and saved his life.
Also I lost my grandma three months and 8 days ago. She was my buddy. We would wear matching pjs and everything. I loved her so much and still do. She was my favorite! Still is but we lost her so young.
This dysphoria on top of mourning and stressing me out so much. I just need to vent, I need snuggles from my wife, and I need to calm myself down somehow. Anybody want to talk? Ill listen to you vent as well.
