I know exactly what you mean. After losing my closest friend, he was all I could think about for a while.
I kept his picture on my dresser, and every night before sleeping I'd look at it and remember - good times we had, what it was like when he entered a room, whatever little things I could recall.
Gradually, I began to focus on other matters. I wouldn't look at the picture every night, and soon I realized that I'd gone a whole day without thinking about him for the first time.
No matter how hard you try to hold on, eventually the day comes when you forget what it felt like for them to be alive. Time heals all wounds, even those you don't want to heal.
In my experience, what you're feeling 42 days after sounds perfectly normal.
Even now (2 years later) I can only think about my friend in a very detached way. It's how my brain prevents me from getting too close, because it knows how much pain it'd cause if I really remembered. But that doesn't mean I've forgotten. This is what it's been like for me anyway.
Grief affects everybody differently, so don't let anyone (even yourself) tell you that what you're feeling is wrong. Unfortunately, forward is the only direction we can move in life.
Is it normal that my best friend died at 15?
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I know exactly what you mean. After losing my closest friend, he was all I could think about for a while.
I kept his picture on my dresser, and every night before sleeping I'd look at it and remember - good times we had, what it was like when he entered a room, whatever little things I could recall.
Gradually, I began to focus on other matters. I wouldn't look at the picture every night, and soon I realized that I'd gone a whole day without thinking about him for the first time.
No matter how hard you try to hold on, eventually the day comes when you forget what it felt like for them to be alive. Time heals all wounds, even those you don't want to heal.
In my experience, what you're feeling 42 days after sounds perfectly normal.
Even now (2 years later) I can only think about my friend in a very detached way. It's how my brain prevents me from getting too close, because it knows how much pain it'd cause if I really remembered. But that doesn't mean I've forgotten. This is what it's been like for me anyway.
Grief affects everybody differently, so don't let anyone (even yourself) tell you that what you're feeling is wrong. Unfortunately, forward is the only direction we can move in life.