#delayed grief

[annnaisafraidofbees]

Currently crying literal tears over the death of El Hopper. Of Jane. She was a traumatized girl who literally never got to once live her life by her own terms and that fucking kills me. I hate that her death affects me so much but I know it’s because I understand her so well. And I hate that I got lucky and I was able to crawl myself out of my situation and start to live by my terms for once, and she didn’t. I hate that the creators saw her more fit to be a symbol of magic than a real character who was far more worthy of a future than any of the others - because she never had one. And I will likely never get over what they took from myself and her and all other people who have been in situations where our autonomy was stripped over and over and over again.

[remanencedecay]

my fun new game show called is it delayed grief, seasonal affective, or am i just suddenly insane

[tenacious-one]

"People move on after mistreating you. Truthfully, they're not thinking about you at all. Most of the time, they move on and live perfectly fine after doing you dirty. So release yourself from the shackles of waiting for someone to regret how they mistreated you. "

-Unknown via X

[red-enby]

you know the real fun part about having a dead sibling? realizing they were the better child who had their life somewhat together but you, the one who is alive for some fucking reason, are the one who is basically useless and the family disappointment 👍😅

[divinesayer]

i've been thinking about my grandfather a lot as i have gotten older; this piece explores a bit of the delayed grief i've been experiencing. it's currently up on my ko-fi for moon tier members. it'll be up for everyone on new years day!

[weird-kid-writes-stuff]

Fuck. Delayed. Grief.

My heart is heavy.

The body factory

says its faulty.

My therapist says

I struggle with

emotional stuttering.

That I suffer from

delayed grief.

Fuck. Delayed. Grief.

I’ve tricked myself

into removing “irrational”

feelings from my memory.

The treat comes in bittersweet tears

months later.

My brain feels like the

memory slowed.

There’s no bliss.

Just pain to where

my love is

split open.

I keep composure

till i’m locked in

my room, where

no one can see that

my heart splits in 3′s and I’m

on my knees; wishing for

my loved ones who are

mere memories to come

back to life.

I beg the universe

to switch our places.

They did something on Earth.

I’m broken and fate

doesn’t work for me.

I don’t fit.

I can’t uplift.

I don’t fix.

I just exist.

Please universe,

erase me or

fix me.

So, I can sew the three

parts of my heart and

attempt to live.

Not just exist.

                                                   ---Weird Kid---

[divinesayer]

grandfather clock

my grandfather passed away when i was 11, and i never said goodbye. this poem is that goodbye; it took me over a decade to figure out what to say. support me on ko-fi!

you built a home and a life from an empty shell decades before i was born. 

your laughter seeps into the furniture of that room, and i am pulled towards it.

but the house is silent. and this room has been empty for a lifetime.

my makeshift nightstand, a stool you bought me. i will pass it on to my first born.

a coat of yours hanging in my closet, given to me by your son. it will never fit.

a small taxi sits on a bookshelf. i know you are in the driver's seat.

[fluffyblackdragon]

I still think about you. I took up your hobbies. I listen to your favorite music. I make your favorite foods. I keep things that were your favorite color. I burn candles in your favorite scents. I still tell your favorite jokes.

You're still part of me.