For starters, the ridiculous number of things that can trigger old memories. A whiff of soap that used to linger on the jacket i stole from your room, the sound of an incoming FaceTime video call, the sight of boys huddled around an iPhone replaying the highlights of a soccer match. It doesn't matter how much stuff i've tried to remove from my room. There are things just can't be boxed up.
How the cycle of grief really works. Denial, anger, bargaining, depression and acceptance. I remember the night after, how I actually felt slightly better and optimistic about the future. Dory told me I'd skipped the first four stages and went straight to the fifth cause I was that good. But that's not how life works. Not only is it nearly impossible to skip any stage, it's very likely that all five feelings will hit you all at once in a day. I go through all the phases everyday, it's bloody exhausting. From trying to stomach the shock
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