She passed away on August 17, 2016. I started grad school a few weeks later and held together my Dad for several months, then moved to New Zealand to escape the new role I found myself in.
I moved back home last month and am facing a lot of memories of when she was still alive. It was a rough few months before she passed. I was being targeted at my workplace, and being back in the space has been difficult.
To be proactive, I sought out a grief counsellor locally. But it turns out that she's labelled me as having complicated grief because I am struggling to forgive my Dad for many violations that I dont need to detail.
Basically, the counsellor is very condescending and considers herself enlightened. I am really struggled to accept direction from this person.
Is it really as simple as having regret, being angry and so Im not actually moving on. I've been doing talk thereapy and support groups whenever I could as a student. I have done a lot of uncontrollable crying. I'm not there anymore. I have recreated myself and accepted my loss. I have rituals and spirituality. I have a support system and tools.
I'm basically here to read the stories of others and feel less crazy.
