When I wrote my last post about struggling with motivation as my mother passed away last week, I was only trying to get some thoughts and some perspective down in writing to help me cope with my own sanity.

I am overwhelmed with the responses and support I received from the WA community.

Many of the comments were about people who have had similar experiences and losses of their own. I feel for you all, but thank you for sharing and giving advice on how to deal.

I have been blessed with not experiencing a lot of grief in my life so far. Besides the loss of my husband's parents and my grandparents, I have not lost anyone extremely close to me. Of course I felt sadness for the loss of these people and I was there to support my husband and mother who felt the real grief.

I didn't expect to feel this numbness and deep sickness and wanting to cry at given moment. I know these feelings contradict themselves, but I seem to go from one emotion to another all the time.

My Mum was sick, I knew it was coming. I watched her in pain. I watched her take her last breath. I know she is at peace now. But I am struggling knowing she is gone. It doesn't seem real.

I could go on and on writing in a daze. But I won't.

I just wanted to say thank you to all those who commented with condolences and advice. It has helped more than I can say.