Grief is weird


 For me, grief has appeared as all of these. Right now, I am experiencing all, but keeping busy. The idea of doing anything is overwhelming at this point. I remember when I lost my papa, I was 16 and I felt all of these, but no one cared and they expected me to keep going. After my miscarriage 3 weeks ago, I physically can't do anything. Blogging takes everything out of me. I watch true crime documentaries and hang out with my kids. Life has become hard, harder than any other experience in my life.

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