Grief may be a thing we all have in common..but it looks different on everyone. It isn't just death we have to greive, it's life, it's loss, it's change..and when we wonder why it has to suck so much sometimes..hurt so bad..the thing we have to remember is it can turn on a dime.that's how you stay alive, when it hurts so much you can't breathe..that's how you stay alive..but remebering that one day somehow possibly it won't Hurt this much..grief comes in it's own time for everyone in it's own way...So the best we can do, the best anyone can do is try for honesty..the really crappy thing is.. the very worst part is.. that you can't control it. The best we can do is let ourselves feel it when it comes and let it go when you can..the very worst part is the minute you think your past it, it comes back..and almost everytime it takes your breath away..their are five stages of grief..they look different on everyone..denial..anger..bargaining..depression..acceptance.
The very worst part is the minute you think your past it, it comes back..and almost everytime it takes your breath away..
That's where I was last week..it came out of nowhere and paralyzed me..this week..I expect it..I can't imagine when I will sleep this week..I'm dreading 1:00am January 4th..I'm sure it won't be a pretty moment.
I didn't cry. I held it in. I took care of business..I called everyone . I had to be strong because that's what he told me he needed me to do..make sure they were ok. I knew I'd have my moment..I just thought it would be sooner..but here I am two years later..and my breath has been stolen.
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