My 3 month mark was yesterday. I cried a lot. I try to cry in the shower so my son doesn't hear/see. I try not to cry at all because yes it usually means worse pain, but sometimes a person just has to break to heal.

I cried because I remember hoping it would take a maximum 3 months to heal.

I'm not trying to hijack your post but instead just to tell you how I relate. it's good to "meet" you, and something about how genuine you seem in your posts makes me feel like I can be very real with you about my journey, in the hopes it's therapeutic.

Granted I'm halfway to your 6 month mark but I haven't had one day of normal either. In fact I'm beginning to truly fear what kind of miserable life is left for me now. The longer it drags the more I feel like there's no hope it will change. I think that's probably a pretty normal response. I also think that this should be a place where we can really let our real, valid feelings out. I'm really tired of looking for a rainbow, all for the comfort of other people.

I could sure use some kind of anti depressant before I make a horrible mistake one day in sheer desperation to make the pain stop... but the problem is, no help is coming. Long story there, and it's all about WCB and the worst first world healthcare system ever, in Canada. I live far, far away from any resources that would help me.

My son is my sunshine that reminds me that life has to march on. Life doesn't resemble my life pre-injury, at all. I've missed many sporting events. I barely leave the house, I don't drive.

But life has developed its quieter moments that are rich and worthwhile. I baked cookies twice with my son and have played games with him... I've never been that kind of mom! It was always career, school, sports, go go go! Now it's shhh, quiet, sit with me, let's talk, and we really connect.

I can't read aloud to him anymore, that bothers me. He reads to me instead. I can't follow the story but it's comforting to hear his voice.

My husband has been immeasurably patient and kind, so I ALSO owe it to him to crawl out of the pity pit, and plod on.

I do find I'm jealous lately of other posts, where people are prescribed therapies or medications. I've got nothing. WCB keeps it that way because if they allowed me to receive help, it would validate my injury. Their interest is to get me back to work at the expense of my health.

It actually comforts me when Mark in Idaho is skeptical of therapies because it helps me believe I won't be left behind in healing, since I'm not receiving ANY care, beyond his diligent reminders to have quiet rest, ice the neck... and take supplements. Lol... I've received better advice here than anywhere and I'm very, very grateful.

Point is, don't feel guilty for grieving, and know that you're not alone in your dismay at how this PCS-life turned out so far... And there are shoulders here, connected to heads that really "get it".