No Right Way To Grive
You reach for the bottle, you're wrong. You cry a year later, you're wrong. You continue to live as life was before, you're wrong. You find a healthy outlet to remain sane, you're wrong. Why is there so much judgement about the right way to grieve? Isn't a bereaved parent going through enough? Why is it good to appear "strong"? Why can't I be weak? Why can't I just hideaway on the bad days? And if I'm having a better day, and I laugh--don't think that somehow I am "over" this. I carry the pain with me every single moment, of every single day. Somedays it is just more obvious than others. You're judged if you have more kids. You're judged if you don't. You're judged if you keep the baby's room the same. You're judged if you donate everything. Instead of judging, hold out your hand. Offer to be of some support. You don't need to say anything. You just need to listen. Be there with me. Say my chi...