grief hits us at the strangest times. after losing my father to suicide ten years ago, i couldn't even walk past the camping gear aisle in walmart for over a year without ending up on the floor crying. it was two years before i could look at his picture. i would have days where i felt normal again only to have some small thing i wasn't expecting trigger a wave of grief. i had to excuse myself from gatherings so i didn't start crying for no reason and ruin everyone's night. it was so FRUSTRATING to not feel like i was able to move on from it. that man was my best friend in the world and the best father ever!
i'm certainly not trying to hijack your thread. while our situations are certainly very different, grief seems to have it's similarities. be wary that the bad days will hit you without warning, sometimes years after, and they'll hit hard. they'll mock you, they'll make you feel like you'll never get better, but you will. the good days WILL start to outweigh the bad. but when those bad days hit, and you end up in a ball on the floor, stay there. cry until you feel like you're done. pound the floor and scream. grieve and heal!
after reading this thread, i think you've done a marvelous job reaching out for help and not taking a darker path.
my hat is off to you OS for being there for bullit!


God bless.
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