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bl00dfroma-fairy · 9 days
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The ‘Mourning Cloak’, L. Hugh Newman likened the butterfly's pattern to a girl who, disliking having to be in mourning, defiantly let a few inches of a bright dress show below her mourning dress.
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aquarianlights · 6 months
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How do you stop grieving for someone you love who has died when it's been enough time? How do you stop the random breakdowns & crying & every other thing over stupid things? It's been over a year for one and a ton of years for others. How do you just get the f over it and live normally? I'm so tired of this.
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howifeltabouthim · 1 year
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Guilt is one way of attaching a meaning to death. We want to find a meaning, it lessens the pain.
Iris Murdoch, from The Book and the Brotherhood
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antvnger · 1 year
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Hey Scott, how we feeling? I'm not really good, Bianca, my duck, died yesterday. She was a really good girl, do you have any tips to get through it? Thank you...
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(That's her, from 3 years ago)
Hi, friend. I’m really sorry about your loss. That makes me sad for you. Bianca looks like she was a fun friend and a great duck.
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So I’ve got some tips for dealing with grief, and I hope they help.
Do not try to bury your feelings. It’s okay to feel them and feel them fully. If you try to hinder them or bury them, you can’t grieve like how you need to.
Feel your emotions but don’t hold onto them. Easier said than done, I get it, believe me, but some people let their feelings become a crutch or something they hold on to for too long. Feel them and then let them go when it’s time.
Finally, grieve how you need to. There’s no right or wrong way to grieve, so do it how you need to.
Talk to whoever you need to to get through it.
I’m sorry again for your loss, buddy.
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livingof-love · 2 years
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Pardon my looking vengeful or coming across bitter, but this made me feel things. This is reassurance that you knew I loved you to the ends of this earth. This is proof that there was love between us, no matter what you told others about us.
Grief is weird. Some days I wake up so sad, all I can think about is how damaged I feel.. how hurt I am.. how alone I feel. Some days I wake up so angry that I want to revert back to old self harm habits. But I can't start hitting myself again because of you. You were the trigger that loaded my fist up behind my back and you were the force that swung my closed fist into my forehead. I haven't done it since you have left. I can't go back. And some days I wake up so grateful and at peace, I feel like myself again. I feel alive. I feel free.
You gave me 5 years of ups and downs. And for so long, I took every downstroke and made the upstroke 3 times better if I could. I remember you constantly thanking me for 'dealing with your bullshit,' as if it was ingrained in you to only think once the impact was made. 5 years of questioning if I was enough for you. 'are you sure you want to spend forever with me?' you reassured me so well, only to give up the second someone else offered you a better situation for you.
I don't want this to appear as though I didn't value the good times we shared. In fact, I recalled a lot of fun memories while my best friend was in town. I spent time crying at dinner over you. Over lost love.
I tried. You know I tried.
I gave. I gave. I gave.
My love never faltered. I never wanted to lose you.
I gave you my last name.. you gave me severe trust issues. I'm better off without you. I will be loved again. I just know it's out there.
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spamsbylee · 16 days
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tw: grief
reminder that grief isn't linear, and it's okay to have a bad day.
(te extraño. soon you'll be home with me, once upon a january)
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zaptrapp · 25 days
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It’s been 3 weeks since my 3 year old cat died (car accident). I am be able to look at pics of her now, even if I may be doing worse by remembering all our adventures and moments together… but I feel like it’s a necessary step through the grieving process and healing.
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todustwewillreturn · 3 months
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How do you professionally say, “I’m approaching the first anniversary of one of the most devastating losses of life so I expect to feel mildly ill and deeply unmotivated for the next 6-45 business days, please be patient!!”
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C.S. Lewis in On Grief (I think) said it surprised him how much grief can feel like fear. Fear is so tiring. I am worn out. I keep trying to sleep it off then finding something else to be terrified of. It feels like a gear my head is stuck in.
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cristinessi · 5 months
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"They say grief is the price we pay for love. Given a choice between grief and nothing, I'd choose grief."
It's been a month.
We rescued her on 09/24/2023. Alone in the street, scared with a broken leg. We bought food, and toys and gave her warmth and comfort. I really thought she would grow old with us. She's just a small, fragile, black kitten. Sadly, she passed away (10/03/23). I didn't expect that even in a short period of time, grief would still be this painful.
She was the sweetest. She always sits next to us. Maybe because she misses her mom and her warmth. It is sad to think that we were just given a short time to fill that void. But I hope despite the short time, we are able to make her feel that she has a family. I miss her. I still don't think she deserves to go. She was just a baby. And now I feel that I lost a baby of my own. I still blame myself. Maybe I did something or worse, I didn't do something.
Regardless, it is comforting to think that a gentle reaper helped her cross the rainbow bridge. I like to think of it that way. She had a broken leg. She needed help. I wished she was now full of energy playing with other cats & kittens with her healed leg. I hope she's okay and happy now. I know she's home.
I didn't expect the immense pain this will bring. I feel like there is a hole in my heart that needs lifelong healing. But I hope when the time comes that we will meet again, she still remembers me. And she'd still lay her paws on mine and feel the warmth. And take her gentle nap.
I miss you, Appa. We named you after the flying bison of Aang. And now it's your time to fly too! Please greet me and welcome me home soon. In time. Thank you for making me realize that I can still extend my heart to another living thing like you.
Until we meet again.
Love,
Mama.
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All I know About Grief and Sadness
You are gonna need a BIG cup of coffee/tea alongside this read...but I need you to read this!
Photo by Pixabay on Pexels.com I have been thinking about the way grief has moved into my life, a permanent, unwanted resident. I have been trying to figure out daily how to navigate life with this new occupant who, whether I want to accept it or not, has decided to stay. I have been leaning hard on faith, which, in turn, has carried me faithfully (even when I haven’t fully appreciated it). I…
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violent-lightcodes · 1 year
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QUICK
gotta find a whole new, all encompassing borderline unhealthy
obsession!
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medicalisland · 1 year
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Complicated Grief: When the grieving process is more complicated than expected
Complicated Grief: When the grieving process is more complicated than expected
Grief is a natural and universal response to loss. It is a process that entails many different emotions, thoughts, and behaviors. Though often painful, grief can also be a source of strength and growth. For most people, the grieving process follows a fairly predictable pattern. There are, however, some individuals for whom grief is more complicated. This is referred to as “complicated grief”…
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tildeathgiveusart · 2 years
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antvnger · 2 years
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Hi Anon, that’s a good question honestly. I don’t really think there is.
Grieving is a very subjective thing just like with anything else relating to emotions. We all process things in our own way at our own time, and that’s okay. And depending upon what or who you’re grieving over may cause a different level of grief to process. Me grieving over something may look completely different over you grieving the exact same thing.
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You’re allowed to grieve your own way, whatever way that looks like, and anyone who tells you you’re doing it wrong is honestly pretty ignorant and shallow.
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maya-mayuran · 2 years
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Tw// death
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What did I do?
What did I say?
How can I make it all okay?
I miss you a great deal,
Why did you have to leave?
Everybody talks about seeing you in their dreams,
Why won't you ever visit me?
And I know that it's foolish,
But the thoughts don't care for that,
Is it because I didn't pay your due in mourning?
Because they still cry and they still feel sad,
But all I have to give is numbness and emptiness,
The doctor tells me that there's nothing wrong with me,
It's a unique experience she says,
Sometimes I believe and other times I don't,
Because she looks at me with those furrowed brows and sparkling eyes,
And I need her because on days I forget,
And on others you're all that I think about,
I shut down everyone that tries to talk to me about you,
That try to tell me about their pain,
And then I feel like I failed you.
I feel guilty about the simplest of things,
And you're watching me and what would you think of me?
The doctor said I should write how I feel,
She says it'll pull the drain on this suffocating ocean I got inside of me,
She told me to trust it,
But writing this feels like ripping open a fresh wound,
And would you look that?
I'm crying,
Maybe you'll visit me tonight.
Losing someone is like being thrown in the middle of the desert with no compass, no map, and zero knowledge of the stars. You roam, you roam, you scream, you shout, you ask, but there's no one who'll give you the answer you need. Losing someone is like a little beast, gnawing at your brain and heart, but it's the one you can't tame.
A grieving one, about losing someone ||
Mayuran
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kizzer55555 · 17 days
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DPxDC: Jarro Adopts an Alien
Ok, so Danny has a space obsession and a protection obsession (I headcanon that as a halfa, Danny has two obsessions like all Halfas do which makes them unique to other ghosts.) and so while he can get his fill protecting people in Amity, he struggles with his space obsession. Sure, he can look up everything he can about space and the stars on the internet. He can stay up until 2 am looking at the stars (who needs sleep? He’s a ghost, he can go days, or even weeks without sleep if he wants, same with a lack of air or food.) but it’s just not enough. He craves to learn more, see more. Just as Dani gets that itch to travel, Danny wonders. What would it be like to see the stars up close? Are they really as hot as a dragons fire breath? Hotter!? Or maybe they are so hot they are cold. What does it look like to see plasma dancing across the surface, or touch the gasses of Jupiter? Does Pluto have ice caves like the far frozen? How many planets are actually out there? What about Mars. There’s a whole species living there with a language and culture Danny can’t even fathom! Oh what he wouldn’t give to talk with martian manhunter or Superman. 
And what’s stopping him from exploring this? He can fly. He doesn’t need air. He can go intangible if it gets too hot and he’s practically immune to the cold. He wants to touch a space rock! See if they are smooth because there is no wind or earth to rub against them and erode the surface. He wants to see what planets they come from. What minerals they might have. He wants to know if there are currents in space. All of these things are right there just above the atmosphere. Surely it couldn’t hurt to take a quick peek. So he does. During a particularly bad day Danny flies as fast as he can until the earth’s gravity looses its effects. Until his hair is floating as of it’s in water even more than normal. Until he can feel when breathing no longer became a choice (still not necessary though). And it…was beautiful. To be surrounded by space. To see the earth like this. Pictures just didn’t do it Justice. He flew across the solar system and as he passed planets, he longed to fly through them. To search every crevice and learn their secrets. But he had a bigger prize in mind at the moment. The crown jewel of their universe. The closest star he could find. The sun. 
Danny was mesmerized. The plasma really did dance across the surface. Like a never ending performance of science and beauty. There were sparks that few in arcs. Danny flew down and played in them, making a game to see how many he could fly under. His ghost core purred in delight. His obsession had never been more satisfied. He spent hours out there. Just exploring what his solar system had to offer. So when he returned? He couldn’t just forget. Pictures and online science theories had nothing on the real thing. He wanted to explore some more. So he did. Every night he would go out and explore the cosmos. Flying from planet to planet. (Either the Martians were still around and Danny made friends with them, even learning their language, or he just looks at their ruins to learn as much as he can). And with both obsessions now being filled, Danny is more settled. More confident. And he can focus better. Everyone notices the change, even his teachers. They just think that he’s paying more attention to his education now. He’s even better during his ghost fights. 
But Danny can fly awfully fast. And he soaks up information even faster. Soon his trips take longer and longer as he flies further out. Sometimes he can barely make it back in time for school. And he can't go every night. Sometimes the ghosts won’t wait for daytime so he has to make sure the town will be safe in his absence. Although he’s been able to take more trips ever since Valerie joined the vigilante ranks. But still, he’s getting farther and farther from earth each night. Until one day he’s visited every planet, every star, every comet or debris in their solar system. Which would be fine. He could deal with that if that was all there was. But it wasn’t. Danny saw the stars just out of reach. He saw places the Milky Way was leaning towards. He saw just the barest hints of new solar systems with new planets and stars. And he knew of legends from lanterns that they had posted online. Heard tales from some scientists that have made better telescopes. And his core itches. It aches to know more. See more. Yet he can't go further. And this puts him in a sort of depression. Suddenly he’s back to his old self. Lagging behind. Distracted. Zoning out. Crashing into a few more buildings during ghost attacks. Yet he tries so hard to be satisfied with what he has. He can still fulfill his obsession…it’s just more like chewing on a granola bar rather than eating a decent meal. He’s almost becoming lethargic. 
So one day he goes to Frostbite to see if there’s anything he can do to lessen the effects. But the yeti just takes one look at him and gives him the infimap. And suddenly Danny is in a whole new universe in seconds. The planets are purple. The stars are blue. He’s pretty sure there are furry blob-like creatures living on one of those planets. And suddenly he gets that itch, but holding the infimap, he knows he had time, so he lets himself go. 
And for a while it’s good. great even. Since he can’t keep asking the yetis for the infimap, he goes over to Wulf to see if he’s up for an adventure. Most of the time he is and they go exploring the galaxies together. And then Wulf had the genius idea of teaching Danny how to make portals. It took a long time but soon, he could concentrate the surrounding ectoplasm enough to weaken it and pull. It took a while since Danny didn’t have ecto claws and would have to use his pure will. But this would allow him to follow his obsession anytime, anywhere. So it was only a matter of time. And once he figured it out? It was like something was unlocked. Danny had never before understood how Ellie could travel so much. But now he did. That feeling when you discover something new. When you add to your reservoir of knowledge. When the patterns in the universe just click. There is nothing Danny could compare it to. And to explore that whenever he wanted? It was so freeing. While Wulf sometimes still joined Danny’s adventures, Danny did most of his explorations by himself. 
He meets various planets and aliens. So many different cultures. He learns thousands of languages. Tries all kinds of foods (and it’s a good thing his ghost self has an iron stomach and he’s basically poison resistant.) even found a whole comet where blood blossoms grew. (Which he most definitely avoided). And wasn’t that fascinating? To find out they were from space. 
And then during his travels one day he met a space alien starfish. 
It was actually a funny story. A meteor shower was about to attack a planet of talking blue monkey creatures with 4 arms. Danny immediately started diverting them and was soon joined by some lantern corps (which his inner fanboy wanted to talk to so bad.). And a tiny starfish in a…Robin uniform? Oh and the starfish could apparently do martial arts which was interesting to watch him karate chop a meteor. He could also talk directly into Danny’s head which the halfa found more interesting. So they got to talking and apparently his name was Jarro. He seemed to be helping the lantern corps as a ‘proxy from earth’ to make better use of his skills. 
Danny would run into Jarro a few more times. Sometimes he was with Lanterns and sometimes he would just be exploring the galaxies. They started forming a pretty strong friendship and Danny would start seeking out the starfish alien to travel with him. He knew all kinds of space facts. Apparently he had an eidetic memory. When they explored, sometimes Jarro would just stick to part of Danny. Wrapped around his arm, his waist, sometimes just sticking to his back like a strange backpack. But they always had fun.
So Danny was happy. He could fulfill both obsessions and got a space pal. Everything was great!
Until the GIW caught him. 
It would probably be the worst day of his life.  There was an explosion in the lab. Something set up by them after they realized Danny frequented that place often. So they set a trap and blew it up. Thankfully, Jazz was at college during this but both his parents were home. When the explosion went off, Danny had tried putting a Barrier around them all. It took everything he had to maintain it. That’s how they found out he was phantom. Danny had a few moments where his parents said they accepted him but he couldn’t hold the barrier for long. His parents said that they loved him and then everything went green. He woke up in a lab, tired and injured. His only saving grace being that he remained in phantom form. And he was determined to remain so. 
Danny’s time at the GIW was a haze but eventually, he managed to escape. Bleeding, and tired, and still recovering from the burns in the explosion, Danny made a portal straight to Amity. Only when he got there, it was a ghost town. Streets were empty, buildings were boarded up. Even the Nasty Burger was deserted. As for his house, there was nothing but a crater left and some scattered debris. Danny looked everywhere but there was no one. No Jazz. No Sam. No Tucker. No one. and he was tired. And everything hurt, and he needed a friend. Someone he could trust. So in a daze he made a portal and tried to just project safe. Safe safe safe. Somewhere he knew he would be protected. And so Jarro got a surprise when his space buddy suddenly popped out of a green portal, bleeding green and clearly passed out. He didn't know what to do. He didn’t know how to help him. But Jarro knew someone who would. 
So with a speed never before seen from a tiny starfish, he flew to earth. Bringing his friend straight to his father. Because surely batman could help!
And with his appearance, the green blood, the knowledge of space facts. The lack of wanting to talk about where he came from (and the nightmares crying out for his parents). This is how the bats became convinced that Jarro brought them an injured alien. 
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