Good Grief, Bad Grief

So, what are the rules when it comes to grief?

You might say there are none but guess again; according to some self-righteous people there are.

There are some people who feel it’s their obligation to write letters via Facebook or on paper to the grieving on how selfish they’re being. There are some who feel it’s their right to discuss, bitch and gossip about how the grieving are being dishonorable to the deceased because their actions of grief don’t measure up to the expert’s standard.

How long should a person grieve for? Perhaps a lifetime?

It comes in waves, over time. sometimes there’s anger or just deep sadness. sometimes there’s feeling of rejection. I’m not in the loop anymore; but was I ever? Sometimes it hits you unexpectedly and then sometimes you see it coming.

It’s a new way of living. It’s brings hidden inner strength. It brings an eventual breakdown. It brings a new way to do life. More is lost when the person dies. Is it innocence? You gain a broken spirit.

You think you are healed then someone else dies or you notice something on Facebook that makes you aware of the distance grief has caused.

Grief’s a Bitch



I am Angry

I am angry when control freaks get their way

I am angry when good ties get severed because of some stupid rule

I am angry when one person can influence everyone into thinking that love, kindness and compassion is a bad thing

I am angry when I feel powerless

I am angry that there are those who think they know

I am angry that I have to explain that my normal looking child has a disability and his behaviour is not due to my bad parenting style.(just shut the f$#%  up you experts!!!)

I am angry when I am underestimated

I am angry when I see injustice

I am angry when stupid rules are put into place over basic human needs

I am angry that my mum died

I am angry that I have less family members alive today

I am angry when people don’t get it, even when my articulation has been made clear (clearly not for some arrogant, up them self, pious individuals)

I am angry when I am patronized

I am angry that I have tried my best to fit in

I am angry when I get advice that makes me feel worse than I already feel

I am angry when I am not heard

I am angry that sickness took my mum

I am angry that I always need a strategy in dealing with my son’s behaviours

I am angry when those strategies don’t work any more and I have nothing left

I am angry when breast-feeding nazi’s put guilt on those who bottle feed their baby (for goodness, sake some of us get no milk or our baby cant suck because they have a soft cleft palate)

I am angry and I need help!!!