Denial
No fucking way.
Survival guide under construction — because apparently grief needs instructions
Break glass if grieving
The Grief
Survival Guide
Useful information. Honest translations. The appropriate amount of profanity.
The five stages, translated
Not a checklist.
Not a straight line.
You can skip one, revisit three, or experience all five before lunch. Grief does not care about order, progress charts, or making sense.
Anger
Fuck this.
Bargaining
Let’s make a fucking deal.
Depression
Leave me the fuck alone.
Acceptance
Embrace the suckage.
Books that don’t make me want to throw them
The tolerable shelf.
Subtle, tasteful, and completely on brand.
Grief is not a tidy little self-improvement project.
For a long time, I hoped I was the one in a coma—and that I would wake up and find Marlon waiting for me.
A place to put some of it when carrying everything inside becomes too damn heavy.