Life Without a Mom

I hade a dream where I stood outside, and my mom was there. She noticed me and asked me what I wanted, but I'm not sure if I answered. Then I think she went inside.

Thinking about my mother's death makes me very existential. I wonder if she is still something, like if she is still concious.

I feel bad learning lessons from my mom’s death. 

It was easier to accept that my mom was dead on the day she died than it is today. 

My friend is also going through hopelessness for other reasons. All I want in life is hope, is that too much to ask?

I’m beginning to question whether life is worth living because everyone dies in the end. 

I feel like my mom is somewhere watching my every move, but also feel like that’s a lie to make me feel better. Besides, I’m not sure if I want her to watch me all the time anyway. Though I do hope she still exists, and is conscious in some form. 

I thought that I was afraid of my mom, but the truth is that I am afraid of authority. I couldn't wait to leave my parents for college so I could be free, but now I just want my mom back.

I felt a strange, piercing cold sensation right after I found out that my mom had died.