Lonely
Grief is something that most of us do not know how to handle. We don’t know what to do when mourning and we definitely don’t know how to walk along side those who are hurting. I’m coming to grips with that. As time goes by, I’m finding it impossible to share my real thoughts and daily struggles with others. I am isolating myself, well, as much as I can while still blogging. At least with my blog I feel like you have the choice to stop reading. I can’t corner you, unload my fucked-up life on you and then feel guilty, or even worse, have to receive a “everything happens for a reason” or a “time will heal” speech. From my experience, time isn’t healing, it is more like dumping salt on an open wound.
Tuesday is the 6 month mark since Jarrett’s death. My Facebook is litter with status messages of others who lost siblings 6 months ago, all missing their brother or sister.
Though I know others are experiencing the same kind of loss and there are people who love and support me during this time, I am still alone in my grief. Life has gone on for others. They have found their way back to their normal life. My normal life is over. It died 6 months ago. I will never be that same person.
