Stop Telling Me How to Grieve

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in the stomach. I lost it even though I knew he was in bad shape. He was in the last stages of terminal colon cancer. I never got to say goodbye! In my delusional mind, he was going to get better.I grieved on every level, I would go from denial to anger to utter despair.I no longer felt I belonged in the world. peoples lives went on but I stayed stuck. I still do.I cant still clean out his belongings and it has been a year now. I don't want to leave my house. My job suffered my life suffered and people just don’t understand.<p id="4017"

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When someone dies you love you just can't move on and I feel like it is not honoring their memory if you do. That's probably not the correct way to feel but excuse the fuck out of me. I probably would fail grief 101Some people are well-meaning. They just don't get it though. when they tell me to remember the good times we had and blah blah blah I want to scream!I am sorry my grief makes you uncomfortable but it's how I feel for god sake!Stop telling me how to feel. It is my loss and my journey to overcome.</article></body>

This is my journey, not yours!

My late Fiance chuck when we were touring wedding venues

April 23 2021 will stand out in my mind as long as I live. I got a phone call at work at approximately 8:30 pm. It was from Chuck’s sister.

“Stacey, honey I am sorry Chuck passed away a few minutes ago.”

I felt like someone had punched me in the stomach. I lost it even though I knew he was in bad shape. He was in the last stages of terminal colon cancer. I never got to say goodbye! In my delusional mind, he was going to get better.

I grieved on every level, I would go from denial to anger to utter despair.

I no longer felt I belonged in the world. peoples lives went on but I stayed stuck. I still do.

I cant still clean out his belongings and it has been a year now. I don't want to leave my house. My job suffered my life suffered and people just don’t understand.

When someone dies you love you just can't move on and I feel like it is not honoring their memory if you do. That's probably not the correct way to feel but excuse the fuck out of me. I probably would fail grief 101

Some people are well-meaning. They just don't get it though. when they tell me to remember the good times we had and blah blah blah I want to scream!

I am sorry my grief makes you uncomfortable but it's how I feel for god sake!

Stop telling me how to feel. It is my loss and my journey to overcome.