I have sort of figured out that the waves of overwhelming panic-sobbing that make it hard to breathe and impossible to talk, kind of feel like grief (?!?). Which is weird because I haven't lost anything, but hrm.
Grief can be for a lot of things besides the obvious, and it has its own timing. When it comes out, let it come. Keeping it inside makes it harder to deal with later on.
I went through grief after leaving nerd camp, even though I thought I'd be able to go back. I was also extremely upset by my parents having made me a room, because it was Different.
Coming back home after the dog stuff, plus finding that things with housemate are Different, sounds to me like it could kick off some grief.
I could be way off base here, but you could be reacting to the shift in your relationship with Yatzee. (A stupid way to explain this is I actively grieved the loss of two different cars. One was my faithful steed for 16 years, my light in the dark places when all other lights went out. The other was cut down in it's prime, and I mourned the years we might have had. Like I say, maybe stupid but the feelings were real.)
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Coming back home after the dog stuff, plus finding that things with housemate are Different, sounds to me like it could kick off some grief.
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