Recently I learned of a friends violent death and I'm devastated; it has effected me beyond anything I could have imagined. I'm dealing with all the usuals that come with grief: not eating, not sleeping much, tears, needing to be alone, fear. I keep going over that last final day of his life, wondering what could have been changed, could I have done something to prevent it. There were witnesses to his death and I made the mistake of reading the accounts and the scene is now looping over and over again in my head, 24/7. The little bit of sleep I've gotten results in horrific night terrors. My grief has turned my life upside down in other ways. I was on the fence about god for quite a while, I am now so angry that God can allow someone to die in such a terrifying manner that I've become a full-fledged atheist almost overnight.
I have nobody to talk to that could understand what I'm feeling. Men are supposed to not be emotional and in my family I'm the strong one, the person everyone else turns to for help. And I have tried to approach them in the past and they were less than helpful. I'm trying to take it easy and give myself some time, lots of time. I wish there was something I could do to make the pain go away. I'm not suicidal but I can't help wondering about the point of this freakin life if people are meant to endure violent death and the people left behind are meant to deal with it.
I've toyed with the idea of making a scrapbook with pictures of him and writing down my thoughts, sort of like a journal. Does this sound like a good idea? Bad? Too soon? I can't focus on anything else, I missed the due date on every credit card payment this month and at work I find myself sitting there staring off into space for minutes at a time.
Any advice will be greatly appreciated. Thank you.