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It’s a sucky thing. It even looks weird when written. (Did you notice that alliteration?)
It’s deep. Too deep. So deep. But it’s unavoidable. I don’t like to grieve. Who the hell does?
A lot of people avoid it. They bury it deep down inside and it usually eeks out in other harmful ways.
A lot of people get stuck in grief. They wallow in it, and life becomes a never-ending pity party.
A few, superhuman people, embrace it and go through the stages naturally.
Me, I’m an avoider. I work to avoid the pain. I help other people, and volunteer my time. I read, and entertain, and talk on the phone. I keep living. But not really. I just have a need to keep moving.
I learned, though. Or, I grew up. I think that I just pray more. Yep, that’s it. I tried reaching out and being more vulnerable in relationships and friendships. Didn’t work for me so much.
So, I talk to God. All the time.
I pretty much just cry when I need to, laugh and remember the happy times, and move forward one teeny weeny step at a time.
Grief isn’t bad. It’s just a necessary part of life.
Some grief is good, and some is bad.
How do you deal with grief?