For months, I have been trying to drag myself to the grief support group but it just never happened. Today I will get myself there if I have to crawl. I know it will be good for me, ultimately. But I don’t wanna, I don’t wanna, I don’t wanna.
The words “grief management” sound very cold and intellectualizing. But I find them very apt. If this state isn’t managed and even scheduled (at least, in my case), the road to darkness opens ahead of one.
I really wish I were (still) a drinking person. But this was one of the joys the analyst stole from me.

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