Everyone has moved on...It is only I now who still feels the way I did the day I lost her. I could see it coming. There is no one left to talk to about how I truly feel. The negative darkness within, the deep sorrow, the silent sobbing, the blinding pain is no longer to be shared. I went to a therapist. I don't think it will work out for me. I have this need for the ones i talk to about private issues to care for me. I am not implying that the therapist is uncaring...it just isn't the same. I have trouble opening up and once I do it is time to go. I walk out of the office and stand there with all these raw, grating, gut wrenching pain that I got in my car and drove straight to a bar and downed 5 shots and sipped two mixed drinks. I felt better. I do not drink. But this is not helping. I feel...alone in a crowded room.