In 1969, Elizabeth Kubler-Ross published a book which outlined the 5 stages of grief. These were denial, anger, bargaining, depression and acceptance. These stages reflect how people cope with death and dying, and are non-linear and not necessarily a true progression from one to the next. The stages can, however, be applied to any form of… Continue reading introduction
I imagine denial to be the most pleasant of the stages to be in. Peaceful ignorance, although not sustainable, undoubtedly protects your emotions and keeps you in a state of numbness. I heard the news about Jack on Saturday night and by Tuesday was done with denial. I wish I could've stayed there for a… Continue reading denial
anger was a big one for me, and one probably made worse by my religion. If this had happened before I found God, I wouldn't have really had anyone to be angry at. But because I know that God is so powerful and loving and kind, the only logical question is why did he let… Continue reading anger
As predicted, I sort of skipped through bargaining. Working as a nurse, I've seen death and I know for a fact that that shits final. No one is coming back from that. Therefore, what am I supposed to be bargaining for? That I could die instead and take his place? That just shifts the pain… Continue reading bargaining
I listen to a lot of Avril Lavigne, from the moody, 'under my skin' years, because I know it will make me cry. If I don't make myself cry every now and then, I'm bound to find myself crying somewhere inappropriate and I fear that I won't be able to stop. I'm already depressed. Like,… Continue reading depression
I travelled to Jacks home town for his funeral in November 2018. It was a colourful affair, with people turning up with full faces of glitter and tropical shirts. I met his parents for the first time. I sobbed my way through the service, as 'This is Me' from The Greatest Showman played. The service… Continue reading acceptance
January 1st has a lot of expectation pinned on it. So many people decide to entirely change their life on the 1st, only to cancel those plans by January 3rd. It's difficult to avoid the New Years rhetoric of how you clearly must hate your life, and will continue to hate it until you lose… Continue reading new year, same me?