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#tw talking about grief
oh-katsuki · 5 months
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yk when someone dies and you just have to... sit with it.. and you're like... how do i tell people something is wrong. how do i tell people who never met them or knew them or spoke to them that something happened. and it feels selfish somehow to even talk about it out loud but at the same time for some reason you feel like you have to. like somehow you're telling a lie or being disrespectful or being self-indulgent. when the reality is that you just don't want to be alone in grief. but they didn't know them and even after saying something, you're alone anyway.
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uncanny-tranny · 6 months
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If you ever come across somebody who has lost a child but who still has other children, I am begging you not to say, "you might have lost a child, but at least you have others!"
It isn't comforting to be told that children are interchangeable, insignificant, and replaceable. It's not comforting a grieving family to be told that their loved one's memory is worthless because it can be replaced; it doesn't help the surviving children or the parent/s.
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librarygf · 2 years
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the interview as a confessional. hm
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oldmanffucker · 11 days
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RUBBING MY HANDS TOGETHER.
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poemsonmars · 1 year
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grief came for me
without warning
like an axe through
a god damn tree stump
and split my life
into before and after
and i am left alone
to deal with the wreckage.
but i don't think
it was a clean cut.
i think all of the
good bits are in the before.
i think the after
is completely hollow.
-mars
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alcorian · 2 months
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people have near-death just-misses all the time.
and people die, also. all the time.
and that settles in you like a stone.
they live in me, the ones who didnt make it.
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pandora15 · 3 months
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I’ve had a lot of people I just met asking me things like “what is your dream?” or “what do you hope for this year?” And I can’t bring myself to answer the question honestly to them because the answer is “I just want my friend to come back.”
But she won’t.
And I don’t want to go into it and explain why the past few months have been so hard, especially to people I literally just met two weeks ago. I also don’t want to bring down the mood so much, even though every little thing I do or see reminds me of her. Every single day, something causes my breath to catch, and I just see her — in the green of the leaves, the coolness of the wind, the hint of a smile on another person’s face.
I just want her to come back, so even when I’m being asked to talk about my dreams, I already know they’re impossible.
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heatobrienswife · 3 months
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parameddic · 8 days
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"You should've met my mom." He was lying flat on his back, arms crossed over his torso and tucked into the elbows, eyes on the ceiling. Rueful, maybe. This wasn't said thick with grief, but as with most things about his mom, the grief reached in a little. An implicit part of thinking about her. Anyway: "You would've really liked her."
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liamlawsonlesbian · 3 months
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a-mutual-killing · 8 months
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There’s a book written like a journal about a boy who sits at the sea for like an hour day after day following the death of his mum, thinking about nothing, thinking about everything—grieving, I guess—and after his hour finishes he goes to work butchering fish for people in town, still thinking about nothing, and still thinking about everything. I think it was written in French. If you’re still curious what book I’d recommend, anon darling, it would be that one today. I can’t remember the name of it but it reminded me that grief is cyclical and when I hit a particularly difficult spot in my depression I like to think about it and try to remember the way the story goes.
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scattered-winter · 8 months
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