Death by grief, death by a loss of grip on reality
Death by pushpins, one by one going into your body.
Grief comes and goes, sometimes never leaves your side, it stays like a cat hanging unto a thread with its entire paw and claws. Sometimes it leaves, leaves just long enough for you to feel normal again, then
It's there again, at your seams, ready to start ripping.
I find myself repeating my words, stumbling over sentences said and unsaid, starting to question my sanity in these trying times, and all I can think about is this fog that's settled in my brain. I cannot seem to get rid of the dark circles that encapsulates my mind when it comes to feeling things again.
Everything feels cut off from reality, people are less vibrant, cats appear to me less on the streets, and life certainly feels different. Even my relationship takes a toll every time I feel an uncomfortable emotion.
And what for? What is this ALL for?
We thought the impending doom feeling was just us having anxiety, depression, blah blah blah. Turns out all the conspiracies in our heads are being uncovered every day. Turns out we weren't crazy after all, but at what cost...?
All this to say, grief feels a lot like the end of the world, and I guess most days you just have to A)power through it, B)cry about it, C)be angry at something or someone, D)escape it, and just hope for the best. Someone eventually will come along and distract you from it, and thus the cycle will continue, misery, distraction and repeat. All this until you forget and forgive.
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