What I'm really thinking

What I'm really thinking, when you're talking to me, thinking, "Gee, she's really holding up well," or "It's been 9 whole months, she probably doesn't want to talk about it," or "She seems to have finally moved on," or "Why can't she just move on?":

My only child is DEAD. You have no idea what HELL this is like.
My child is dead. You have no idea what this is like.
My child is dead.
You have NO idea what this is like.
You have no IDEA what this is like.
NO IDEA.
No idea.
None.
No.